At times I feel like I'm dreaming
yet I face reality.
That thought that makes you question:
am I really here, did I make it so fast?
I see my life unfolding before my eyes
I see friends I once knew become strangers,
someone I once couldn't do without talking to for 2 seconds,
I  don't even glimpse at anymore.
As I grew my past seems to have gone so quickly
and I seem to be living a dream,
it may not be all I asked for but it's more than I ever wanted.
Be it not perfect but I love it.
Still I stand and wonder, was that really me
or do my eyes betray me?
My ongoing reality that I love,
yet I know will one day come to an end;
then I'll look back and say that my life went too fast.
Then I'll say that my life is still yet a dream.