Everything was a part of me

A question crawls up to my mind
what if the dream was a reality
and this reality is a dream
Cause, somehow it felt so nice being lost…everything was a part of me.

Slowly with the wind,
I drift away from the reality
In a wilderness,
somewhere in some realm, I reach
Not a place
where everybody is doing what everybody is doing
but a place where no one cares whatever you do
a sense of freedom surrounds the scene
and a vibe of positivity, silence, goodwill, and peace.
Lost in this beautiful ordeal of a dream
Suffering the loneliness which I always longed for
I fear, what will I do
If it disappears
When will I find another moment to feel this feeling
something so strangely blissful
I fear, what will I do
If I disappear
before I receive
all the things I fancied
And when I finally find me conscious
A question crawls up to my mind
what if the dream was a reality
and this reality is a dream
Cause, somehow it felt so nice being lost
and losing all the senses
that divided this world and me as a separate being
felt so sad
An old dream of understanding
who am I and what everything has been to me
what will become of me when I will finally leave,
this conundrum keeps me thinking
and when it slowly appears to me
I realize
before I was anything
I was a part of everything
and everything was a part of me.

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