Life is but a sleep

We are in asleep in somewhere
While we are awaking in here
Like Jay in movie Avatar
We are aware of our
Forgotten memoir of the past,
The Life of nine months in the womb.

Like the child under spectrum we start talking early
Because of therapy.
We keep awakened, and intervened
By the ghost of our
Forgotten memory of the past life.

Life keeps rhyming on.

We are in asleep in another place
While we are awake in here.