Amnesia

One day I dreamed, that I was alive and I
felt alive, I noticed my body was solid inside,
everything was working, one day
I dreamed I could move my limbs like
I wanted, that I could think, reason, and even
speak, and I dreamed I stepped into a place
where a person named Peace,
had been killed a long time ago.

Some search for their ancestry, but
it’s all, all in vain, because they
never let that person procreate, they
never let that person procreate.

One day I dreamed that the word love, that the
word love was on everyone’s lips,
what could it mean? maybe they all
called each other that, one day I dreamed I was
working with my hands, and reshaping everything
around me, my mind worked, from nothing it
brought forth illusion.

One day I dreamed that humble people
worked like animals in
useless companies, to be more, to be more
than the others.

One day I dreamed there were rich and poor,
the rich owned the companies and the
poor worked in them and among
them they hated each other to death.

One day I dreamed that the word love, that the
word love was on everyone’s lips,
what could it mean? maybe they all
called each other that, one day I dreamed I was
working with my hands, and reshaping everything
around me, my mind worked, from nothing it
brought forth illusion.

One day I dreamed of someone of the opposite sex,
our bodies merged and as we felt each other,
I dreamed that one day I dreamed, and I can’t
remember with whom.