the strangers that we know

wander in and out of our minds

we see them

and they don’t see us

it’s like a dream

where some are awake

and some are asleep

the past is a dream

that I remember

but others have forgotten

this blend of reality and fiction

imagination and longing

is a different dimension

like the voices inside our heads

that tell us things that aren’t real

a dream inside a dream

a disguise where we can hide

I am a telephone call away

but nobody calls

in the night

I hear ringing

but it’s only my alarm

waking me to another

sunshiny day

where the shadows don’t see me.