I had a dream; such a weird dream,
Where I lacked a face, yet vision remained keen.
Does this suggest I'm not real,
Or was it hinting at something surreal?

There was nothing on my face, like a sheet of paper,
Flowing with the wind, stamped and tossed.
I saw people, yet remained unseen,
Walking past, some ignoring, as if I'd never been.

I grasped at them rapidly,
To confirm I wasn't a ghost,...