Forgotten Dreams

a poem about reality and dreams and if they really are one in the same

I think I’ve been here before.

Maybe in a forgotten dream,

Or in some state of mind far, far away

That I can’t seem to bring back to me.

Is this real?

It has to be.

For I would not know the hidden places and annexes invisible to the naked eye.

I know this place’s secrets,

And it knows mine.

If I close my eyes

And close them hard, and think back---back as far as I can.

Will it come back to me? Will it float into my mind like a soft feather in the breeze?

Or is this place really a forgotten dream?

I’ve always been known to live in my dreams

And forget about the real life.

My mind is much more entertaining.

How am I to ever know

The real honest, undeniable truth?

How can we ever separate dreams from reality?

Let me close my eyes and think about that one…

Oh yes, of course, I know now.

You cannot.

I dream in reality, and reality is in my dreams.

A fine line twisted and braided at the very seams clogging up our minds and our very “dreams”

Author's Note

Be honest! Let me know what you think!