Who am I?

Am I at all?

Am I now?

And that's it?

Will I be,

When times change?

Was I before?

And if I were,

Who are you?

Have we met?

Have we loved,

One another?

I often thought,

Am I your sibling?

Am I your child?

Or, were you mine?

Were we just friends?

Or God forbid, a foe?

How can I love you now

If the past's not known?

Love you? I did!

As I'm sure

I always do.

Am I as real

As my dreams are?

I doubt that,

Since there are

No limitations there,

While gravity anchors me

Down to this land.

I'll gladly take

The daily problems

Of the real life.

They are much better

Than nightmares at night.

It's easier to navigate

With a rudder in hand

Than just crashing

A rudderless boat

Right into the rocks

As we approach the land

I know these feelings.

I had many tireless nights,

Where my dreams were filled with frights.

Waking up sometimes, totally drenched,

Then realized it was the dreams end.

Lying still, if only for a moment,

Sorting out what is real

Or what is just torment.

Arguing, but with whom?

Who am I, the dreamer or myself.