Imagine if each and every one of us were different
with the same face as before
but different names.
Imagine if all the things we experienced
never really happened the way they did.
When you had once been my friend,
but here you had always been my lover.
What if I had a crush on you,
and when we went to my friends house,
I had kissed her instead of you.
And when someone asked you who you are,
where you come from,
            and where you plan to go,
none of the answers you would give them,
sounded familiar to this new part of your soul.
Imagine if everything was switched around,
and you were me and I was you,
not in face but in rank,
and nothing seemed
    out of the ordinary.
There would still be mysteries and beer,
There would still be shock and heart break,
but everything you once knew to be you or them
suddenly got switched around,
or wasn't there.
I once imagined I was me but wasn't,
and all the things I did had changed.
When I looked into her eyes she didn't
see me.
And when I stood up for him
he didn't care
none of the emotions I had felt
   had ever really been.
And none of the experiences I had,
would prepare me for what was to be.
...
When I awoke I wasn't sure if I was
dreaming,
because I wasn't sure if my
memories were real.
All I'm really sure of is that I am here,
but I am not sure what is Me.