Third poem, Life seems to be geting to me now.

Dreams

In this fantasy world.
In this place.
That I can’t seem to comprehend.
Is this real?

Am I in this world?
Have I been living a lie?
Is it that I have been living a fool man’s life?
Blinded by a need?

Is what I have lived before a dream?
Is what I live now the truth?
Can I listen to the worlds in my life?
Which one is real?

I am sure this is a dream….
Yet I never want it to end.
These people are like family.
They are the ones who I seem to have known all my life.

In this fantasy world.
I see the truth
I know the truth
I learn the truth

Is that my goal here?
Am I to live with the ones who
Seem so real?
I am not afraid.

Living with the ones who are alone.
The ones so much like you.
This is a dream.
This cannot be real.
And yet I have lived in it my entire life.