dreams

What is a dream?

Most of my life honestly feels like a dream

I don’t know when it began.

Thoughts would turn into memories, memories that other people didn’t remember.

It’s a dream, I thought to myself.

It must have been a dream.

But am I remembering a dream? Or am I misremembering a real event.

What is real?

Most things in everyone’s life feel real.

But are your thoughts real?

I don’t think anyone’s thoughts are real. I think that we think things that happen are exactly the way we remember.

Back to memories.

I have a terrible memory. I find it impossible to concentrate ever...

I lost my train of thought while writing this poem what was I going to say next?