Mind Travel

I thought of a day, many years ago;
events were so clear on my mind;
I found myself wanting to know;
how reality is truly defined.

Thoughts were not the same as sight;
in some ways they were more clear;
I could sense sadness and feel delight;
by viewing my past in a mirror.

Are my eyes just windows to see
what goes on in an outside world;
or are they creators just for me;
to reassemble the energy unfurled?

I envision those distant days of past;
wondering just how real they are;
the test of reality is will it last;
or burn itself out, like a star.

Could I visit the future in the same way;
is there anything there to see;
will tomorrow be just another today;
or is it somehow flexible for me?

I’ve returned in my mind back to today;
without really going anyplace;
so how can I travel about in this way;
without my presumption of space?

Life is the outward expression of thought;
creating conflict, emotions and strife;
thoughts are creations of all that ought;
written on the pages of the Book of Life.