How many worlds do you inhabit?

How many suns light your day?

Where do you go when your soul needs healing,

How many moons illuminate your way?

 

I thought I had a life once, one true

And strong, where work kept me afloat

But then came the children, the songs,

The sketches to rock the boat.

 

I live in many lives, parallel and fleeting

Filled with the laughter of my children

When my little family assembles

Nowhere is better than my then.

 

But sometimes I hide deep inside,

In places where light dares not roam

I cross into rows upon rows of seats

Inhabited by the dead I own

 

But I know I will always return

To my worlds and pick up the shells

And stop to wonder, are these lives mere dreams,

Or reflections reflecting upon themselves?