SOMETIMES I REMEMBER

Sometimes I remember things I have never experienced.
My mind wanders over roads I have not taken,
Into meadows where I have never walked.
How can this be?

How can I see so clearly in my mind
Things I have never seen?
Taste what I have never tasted,
Or know what I have not known?

How can this be? Is this real? Is this me?

Sometimes as I walk through my waking world,
I watch for places I have seen in my mind,
Look for faces so alive in my dreams,
And I wonder, will I ever know them, feel them?

How can I talk so intimately with people I have not met?
Why do I feel as thought I am living two lives,
As though they will someday walk into my present world,
And speak of things we have known only in my mind?

How can this be? Who am I? Am I real?

Why do I sense that there is another place,
Another time, when I will know these things?
As though someday I will walk from here to there
And not come back nor even regret what I have left behind?

Will that other world welcome me?
Will I touch and taste and feel those things,
Things so ethereal now, so elusive?
Will I touch eternity and know that I am home?

Will I be glad? Who will I be then?

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[Duncan Brown]

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[Avia]

Wow, lovely i imagined this so clearly as though i have experienced it myself , bravo. I love it