Come play with Me

I was dreaming..
perhaps it may has been
but a long forgotten memory

a dream..
a memory..

Things remembered when one is asleep
Things forgotten when one is awake

Where the deepest layers of memories
Become the outmost layers of one’s dream

Which is reality?
Which are illusions?

One cannot tell until one awakes..
Or perhaps they are at the same time,
both truth and fiction

A vast nebulous.. with no boundaries..
An emptiness equivalent to my own existence..

I dream such a dream..
A long never ending dream..

Now that I’m awake
those countless numbers of long heart rending dreams
are almost impossible
to remember at all..