Wake up and see

Third Eye Blind.  No fore or after sight.
Can't see it coming, asleep.
A dream or waking life?  Who knows.
There is only one. . .or two. . .or an infinite number.
It's the same thing any which way.
Back from the future or forward into the past?
I'm not sure.
Are we coming or going?
Who can tell when the start and end are the same?
Progressing from where?  Regressing from where?
Ideal.
For who?
For though we should treat each other as one, we are two.  We are an infinite number.
Where is the common ground where our ground is not common?  Where you need passports and visas and laws and military and imaginary borders to divide it?
Common ground on your terms only.
You can have all of the power.  You can have all of your hopes and dreams and desires.  For one moment.
Time is the master who will take it away again for the final lesson.
This too will pass.
And that afterwards.
The same storyline.  A different cast, setting, dialogue, characters.
For ever and ever, Amen.

Wake up and see.