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A Strange Something

It�s a beautiful day.
You sit there and smile.
You wave to me from my mind.
I don�t know you,
but something in my head does.

Nothing quite makes sense.
It�s fuzzy; unclear.
But what do I have,
besides the feeling that you�re there,
even though I don�t know you?

I�m not sure what to think.
Am I misleading myself?
Someone could be sending me your image.
Maybe you�re out there.
Maybe you�re not.

I see you, but I don�t.
I hear you, but I don�t.
I feel you, but I don�t.
I just know what you�re doing.
But, I can�t tell if it�s real.

So, you tell me.
Are you real or
are you just a figment
of a sad but hopeful imagination?
I want you to be real�

You remind me of home
in a strange certain way.
Are you hiding in someone?
Are you in someone I know?
Could you be in me?

Who are you?
What are you?
Why did I just see you?
I see you get up and walk away.
You�ve left my daydream.
But
�I keep wondering�