written in 2005…
In my deep consistent sleep,
My mind wanders in illusions of its own,
The dreams seem real when in fact it’s just an act,
I wake in anticipation of what’s to come next,
Then realize it was just a dream.
I return into my sleep mode,
Where it seems as if I can touch the person that appears right before my eyes,
When in all fact I’m in their world, not mine,
When I finally awake and realize it was all a dream,
I wonder can this dream I had really come true,
Time will tell in that I do tend to have DÉJÀ vu.