noise

I was taught that time is linear
One moment leading into the next
No turning back
No sprinting forward

But sometimes I wake up at Z
And end at A
Sometimes I return to things I wish I wouldn’t
Because they haven’t quite ended
They’re still replaying in my mind

And I cant help but wonder
What is real
And if now is a moment
Or merely an illusion

My surroundings tell me otherwise
I know that things have changed
But when so many realities are playing at once
The noise has me confused