One day you wake up,
And the world you knew was gone?
At any moment,
We could wake up,
And be in a different world.
One never even heard of before.
The dreams we have as we sleep,
Are glimpses of what the world we’re really living in looks like?
Are the ideas that scriptwriters and authors have
And they publish or create into a movie,
Really their home “planet”?
What if everyone we see and speak to
Are just figments of our imagination?
We could be blindly running around,
Lost in this dream of a life.
What if our lives are all just one long dream?
© Amelia Jacobson 2017