There are times I sit alone and go deep into my thoughts, and I say to myself “is this for real?” Is everything I touch an illusion? Or is my mind playing tricks on me? I know that gravity holds my center, but I feel like I’m on a cloud floating away, from myself. Then I ask myself “am I a dream?” for someone else’s play of life, or “am I a dreamer?” with my own individual mind. I will keep this in my thoughts and leave it alone until I come across it again, but I need to worry what is in front of me now, and later in life I may come to understand that part of the light.