A POEM IV

                  Dream State

I dreamed and dreamed again how to be,
         to see myself as others see.
                 But what then?
         Is the perception really me?

      Who would say, record it true,
      what I appear to those who see
        who it is that says and does
             that which is really me.

   Curious why I think it relevant at all.
  Still in thoughtful madness, I consider
what to say if like question were put to me.
      What, indeed, of another do I see?

         Of little consequence, perhaps,
   being the question likely never posed.
   Just as well, in truth, since all that cares
is seen, but real, only as known within thyself.

            By Richard Herren