Alone

Last night I dreamt
We were on a quest to find out who we really are
I was on a train bound for the final stop

That day I had lost sight of all my friends
One by one they had wandered off

Or had I?

Where and when I had last seen them
I couldn’t even recall
Only that there had been so many I once knew

And as I found myself
Standing on the platform
At that last stop
Surrounded by only trees and wild grass

And not a single soul or sound

I then knew what I really was

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