Today is just a dream.
The past—made of stories
winged
flying high,
setting low.
The future—there’s no call,
and today—just a dream.
Wake into you
and out of sleep,
fake sun,
another rise and fall,
no up and down,
no you and I,
only my dream of all
and all in one,
there’s only one
and we are all
and all is one.
~alla