12 May 2012
The dream is over but what was it really? What was it really but mirrors and smoke? A dream, a fancy, a slow-burning chance I see now there wasn't a slim hope at all.
The regret surrounds me, it often reminds me, to not wait for something I'd like to be true.
I turn my face forward, I choose to go onward, I'm trusting the future's got something to give.
An End • Opuss № I