Conscious, conscious
Is what we know.
Conscious is where
The light will glow.
The mind we talk
Is all of conscious,
We forget mostly
The deeper parts.
At times we recall
Thousand memories.
Be in a dream or day dreamings;
Then suddenly we come back.
But where?
Where do we really come back?
The conscious level,
Is the answer.
We then forget what just happened
And say I was in a deep thought
Mostly related to past.
But is it not just the subconscious where we visited the last?
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