Only time will tell, when  we will meet. I am at the fork  pondering my next move, knowing that our meeting is dependent on this very move. It’s as if were playing chess, and I am a mere pond in this journey of life. I’ve met you before in a dream yet never recognized you. A mere figment of my imagination yet still an image that I’ve painted. With words utter I created the world in which you live. A world of a craftsmen which bend to your very will.  As I glance in the mirror I see an image almost unrecognizable and thus we are the same. In a dream you and I are one, waiting at the door step of life  for me to be the man that I’ve always been in secret. In a dream my mind knows no bounds, if I think it, it has already be done, as I stand still waiting for other to see it’s manifestation. When will these two world converge, is that the question that I ponder. Rather waiting for the worlds to converge when will I be the deliberate force that converge them both. Sleep less night I ask not to be awakened from my slumber as I wait for the arrival and the true form of  that I am.  So only time will tell when we will meet, as I being the converging of both world, I stand still waiting for this journey to commence.