Whispers of My Subconscious

In the quiet of the night, where shadows play,  
All my dreams seem real, in a vivid display.  
They’re echoes of a life I’ve lived or longed to know,  
Each scene is so familiar, like a forgotten show.

The faces that greet me, the places I roam,  
They feel like a long-lost yet welcoming home.  
In these dreams, time bends, and reality blurs,  
But the comfort they bring, my heart reassures.

Are these dreams just fragments of a hidden past,  
Or whispers of a future that’s coming fast?  
Perhaps they’re the truths I’m too afraid to see,  
Revealing the depths of who I’m meant to be.

In the daylight, they fade, like mist in the sun,  
Yet their essence lingers, the journey’s not done.  
For in my dreams, I find pieces of me,  
In the realm of the familiar, where I’m truly free.