Floating, floating way up high
I find myself flying beyond the sky
My own self I see, asleep in my bed
a memory now, to keep in my head.
This must be a dream!
A babe I see on it's mothers knee
oh my! thats my mother, and the babe is me!
Now full of curiosity, I yearn to see more
and as soon as i thought this, appeared a bright door.
This must be a dream!
The door opened wide, so I stepped through
and at once was surrounded by those I knew
I look back to where I lay asleep in my bed
and start to wondering, if maybe I'm dead.
This must be a dream!
"Not dead, never was!" I heard someone say;
"we are always together, and thats how we stay"
That person stepped forwards so that I could see
that person I saw, was a younger version of me.
This must be a dream!
The faces changed, yet still I knew
that all were me and I was you!
This didn't seam strange to me at all
the longer I stayed the more I could recall.
This must be a dream!
Many lifetimes within just a few moments
I recalled them all with all the components
Then I awoke from my sleep in my own bed
and of cause I knew then, that I wasn't dead.
A dream?
-Written by Robyn Brown
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