It’s hard to get your mind off something once you have your heart set on it.
I guess I don’t know what we are anymore if we are anything at all.In the sky of dreams, what do we chase? the unsought, unknown.This path feels aloof, accusations so true!
Life seems elusive, existence mere need.I look out for inspiration but all I get are questions.I reach out to touch you only to be hit by a wall; I scream into the void there is no one who hears me, where you once stood these bylanes are empty— they reek of deceit.
Your perfume has faded —like your love all that remains is a faint lingering smell one all too familiar to forget.
Now if these feet are walking it’s only because the roads stretch out…
you are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
—Edgar Allan Poe