Enigma 

Was  it this place that we visited before
When we walked  hand in hand
Along  the lonely pathways
Measuring  our shadows that kept
Growing from underneath our feet
And spreading into other  shadows ?
Or, was this place that we longed to live in
To spend our unreal  life together ?

Were we talking about our dreams
Of shaping out a psychedelic world,
A world of cooked up stories?
Or, were we fathoming the depth of our prolonged silences
That crawled between us from unknown dismays?
Was it you who I was walking with
Or someone LIKE  you?
Or, was the whole thing a dream
That someone dreamt
For you and me?