It seems like a dream I awoke from --
Like some distant memory.
These past few months seem a blur
As reality and dreams combine.
My mind knows not what is real anymore.
Is all I knew to be true a lie?
What if reality were really a dream,
And a dream -- reality?
Who determines what is real?
I want nothing more than to be free --
Free from life's captive weight.
My mind is full of faded memories --
Nothing more than faded memories.
In the night I shed a tear,
Wishing it had only been a dream,
For now I am surrounded only --
By these faded memories.
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