We are all living in dreams,
Breathing in the memories which were embedded inside.
Present is clouded by the past scenes,
It is all just an illusion in our mind.
I feel that I have lived,
Every tomorrow that has yet to come.
Even felt this pace of time to drift,
Converging the past and future into one.
Every unknown face I come across,
Is like someone known, just forgotten.
The world remains the same for us,
Repeating itself again and again.
This dilemma of reality is real,
How do you know you’re not a dream?
It is the same thing which I feel,
Repeation of the past, everyday is what I see.