Dreamscape Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

Mountains of every shade of grey
Against a colourless sky
A row of foothills, ranging in size
From the humps of camels to turtle shells
A grassy plain of impossible green
A steam that might have been painted
Trees that were designed by a child
Flowers of every shape and hue
And in the middle of all this, there's you
But which you is standing there
The you that you mind sees
Or the you, you'd like to be
Or again the you that others know
Family, friends or maybe enemies
Yet perhaps it's the you, the mirror shows
But which one is the real you
And which ones are the liars