Poem: What if I told you that what you thought was reality, just wasn’t true?

It’s funny how certain smells and tastes could dig up memories from the past.
Memories that did not last.
Memories that you may never think of for fear of strife.
Memories that didn’t even happen in this life.
Have you ever wondered why a stranger you may walk by on the street feels so familiar?
What if, in another life, this soul that you meet with the gaze of your eye, wasn’t just a stranger?
What if this soul was your mother or brother?
Would you cry?
Would you even bother?
Have you ever wondered why you may feel a connection with a certain animal or even just a place?
Doesn’t this wonder feel like you are following a ghost in an unending chase?
What if this ghost is really you? What if I told you that what you thought was reality, just wasn’t true?
What if the world that you thought you knew, doesn’t really even exist?
Oh, I think you would fight to keep your belief with an iron fist.
What if your life was already written with a certain script?
Many would agree that this life does feel like a re-occuring trip.
What if I told you, this script can be re-written with your thoughts?
This may be too much power for some to ponder and some may want to go on living life like a bunch of robots.
Yet the message I have for you is this.
Writing your own life, is the only way to experience freedom and bliss.
By Sepi Ghafouri (c) 2013