#24 Here Before

​I have been here before, in a dream like state
Moving through the smoke in a crazed effect,
This place holds seas of time, unflowing and still,
The river of time is in the normal world till.

The apperception of the mind to a divided self
One of the past and a present uselessness,
One visible, the other hidden,
The difference in mind will remain to be buried.

All this is so unsure, nothing more to add,
To life itself.

If only one can bridge the different worlds
It would be so easy to know ourselves.