when you're awake, the things you think, come from the dreams you dream,

 thoughts have wings, and things are seldom what they seem. sometimes you think that you've lived before, all that you lived today, things you do come back to you, as though they knew the way. oh the tricks your mind can play.
 

it seems we've stood and talked like this, before. we looked at each other the same way then, but i can't remember where, or when.