Dream World Poem by Dave Alan Walker

Where does the real world end And where does the dream world begin i dont know how to answer it. still in search of the answer for this question.your poem is greatly thought provoking.keep it up! ! ! ! !

So true, it is a concept widely known. Did it really happen? Or was it my imagination? Great yet simple poem. The complexities of such questions are endless as time itself. Ticking away even after the day fades.

To die or not to die...ultimately death is inevitable...but to dream your own death through your own hands...a realization before times! ! ! A poem unfolding the mystery of life n death.

Good question! Thought provoking poem.

Very good! I loved it. It's probably one of the best poems I've read on this site yet.

Great poem I can relate to it. I really enjoyed reading. Keep up the great work!

really nice concept. especially the way it awakes intense feelings and surpise already from the first stanza. loved the start

I have often wondered this very question Dave. How do we know any of this is real? Very much like a Schrodinger's cat situation. I enjoyed this poem.

Sometimes it seems that I'm dead but don't realize it. Though, 'Death isn't sad. The sad thing is: most people don't live at all', says Socrates in 'Peaceful Warrior'. A very impressive poem, Dave.

If this is the dream then death is the wake up call... Very thought provoking poem, well done...