I Try to Reach Back

There once was a time

Long ago

Whose days felt to me like the present

Now, I try to reach back

But it's fading

And it feels like part of me is dying

This moment is here like before

But what is it destined to become?

Who I am who is passing through this place?

Could I be a dreamer in some kind of a dream?

But if this life is a dream

Then I wonder

When I awake

Where will I find myself laying?