To the dreams of tomorrow,
to the memories of yesterday,
are you real?
Or a lie?
You shape my « I »
and form my thoughts
my history
and identity.
But are you
a gilded prison?
Do you speak the truth?
Are you a clear reflection?
Or is this a tainted window
I look through?
How do I draw the line?
Find the balance?
Between
between
being me and Me?