Memories come and go like passing time,
The hands on the clock relentlessly unceasing;
The same as these fleeting visions.
I often do not know whether I am dreaming or
Just imagining a fantasy, a fantasy sometimes I wish were real.
Yet what if I am the figment of my own mind?
Sometimes I recollect places, people, conversations, smells, emotions,
As if my real life were the dream; but what is real life?
Maybe in a past life, maybe in an alternate reality.
Sometimes I believe it too be truer than the life I live...
Perplexing as it seems, often I feel torn between two places at once
And I want to wake up. I want to wake up and find myself
Not dreaming, not day-dreaming; but whenever I feel like
I am going to wake up, I,  am only stuck right here and the visions
Are nothing but that. Fragments of something I never had or Perhaps lost a long, long, long, long time ago like something
That has not happened or occurred yet?
One day. One day... If not yesterday, if not tomorrow, but one day,
Someday, maybe in a past life or perhaps maybe in the next.
Just not this one or so it seems.
Oh! those beautifully haunting recollections and memories!
Nothing in life is what nothing seems to be.
And it is true...time erases nothing.
Time, only continues, to elapse further between us, further apart.












ELEETE J MUIR