When Im sleeping






I dream to future






I dream to present






I dream to past






I dreamed once back


to World War 1 first started


Fighting until I abandon my squad


In the battlefield


Until reached to nearby town


Meeting two men


In there desk


One was tall skinny man



Wearing glasses



I remember his name




Was Philip


The second man was bigger



I asked if he knew what time of year it was




But they didn’t tell me anything like he didn’t





Want give away any information


So then my dream ended


When I woke up I though to my self


If their were real men or real events