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I Dreamt I Walked This Earth

I dreamt I walked this earth
Walked this earth as a ghost
Not as a dead person
But as a ghost
Just observing

I dreamt I walked this earth
Not able to right wrongs
Not able to change
Change anything
Just observing

I dreamt I walked this earth
Observing history happening
Observing history being written
Not being able to change it
Just observing

I dreamt a dream I knew
I walked up four steps made of stone
I opened two doors, walked inside
I sat down in the corner of the pub
Just observing

I dreamt I saw two persons
Two persons sitting in front of me
One of them were me; a young me
I knew what was in the small box on the table
I knew what the answer would be

I dreamt I walked this earth
Walked this earth as a ghost
I am glad I asked
Even though I now know 
Know how the history ends
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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