A Strange And Revealing Dream Poem by Andy Caldwell

As I walk my path through life
visions cut like Occam's knife
of my most probable future
in my dreams I see a slice
An old man looks at me
through the lens and filter
of his past and my future histories
he is my highest probability
I could be what he used to be
a ghost of an ancient mystery
the possible path from me to him
winds through space and time
it is an arduous uphill climb
setbacks can happen at any time
I fall at times and have some cuts
life can be rough and tough
I stumble before a reflecting pool
faintly I can see the old fool
I lay beside the mirror's tomb
blood flows from my open palms
though I have no visible wounds
the old man's image fades away
and he will never ever be
my future possibility
And this was all a dream to me
but it shows me future realities
though this future is now dead to me
Tell me what this says to you