Reflections.

Reflections

Everybody is changing

And I can’t understand why

The normal faces I knew are morphing

Into the ones, strangers wear

Am I still living in my reality?

Or am I in someone else’s dream?

When I turn towards you

Craving and seeking comfort

Why do I find someone else

In the place, you once roamed?

Am I still living in my reality?

Or am I in someone else’s dream?

When I look within myself

To find the well of love

Why do I find it as parched as

The tears that never fall?

Am I still living in my reality?

Or am I in someone else’s dream?

Sometimes I sense, within me

Two realities exist

One that I actually live in

The other, I desperately want to be the truth.

Am I still living in my reality?

Or am I in someone else’s dream?

Maybe the lines between the two

Are blurring, beginning to merge

The two halves coming into their own,

Which face will they form, when they finally unite?

And, will I recognize it

When it mirrors its way back to me?

Or will I be left wondering

Am I still living in my reality?

Or am I in someone else’s dream?

Everybody is changing

And I don’t know why.

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