Dream

John Prophet

Dream.
I met
myself
in a
dream.
It was
me.
Only
it wasn’t.
A different
me.
A parallel
me.
From
a divergent
path.
Different
choices
made.
From a
disparate
flow.
Alternative
experiences.
Different
reality.
I looked.
Looked different.
It was me.
But it
wasn’t.
Life’s
different
paths.
Like
a piece
of clay.
Formatted
in a
different
way.
Surprised
to see
how different
I could be.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2024 08:08
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  • 2781

    Unless I am completely of my head (which is a possibility) your poem was edited as zi reader it wtf did that mean?

    • John Prophet

      Not sure what you’re saying. Thank you for reading however.

    • sorenbarrett

      There are times when we are different than there are times when we are the same, which is the real us. I am not sure.

    • sorenbarrett

      Dreams, mysterious, and intriguing. The most interesting poem.

    • Goldfinch60

      There is a theory that there are an infinite number of parallel universes and every decision we ever of never mad would take us into a new universe, perhaps two of your crossed John.

      Andy

      • John Prophet

        Hi Andy,
        This is a dream I actually had a few days ago. That’s how it felt. It was me but different.
        Thanks for reading Andy



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