The Illusion

The Illusion I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar after a while it came to me and said, you are the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter we wondered if you had forgotten us. I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one or was there no past it all happens now. Or did our lives had two levels one that is conscious has a sunrise, and one we only see by accident like someone had forgotten to lock the door. Got up from the table and bid farewell, have to go take the train to the valley where I once was a cobbler and I only made wooden clogs with leather uppers. Sitting on the bed, I could not make up my mind what was a dream or the truth, when daylight came I knew that dreams too were truths