14 April 2012
There it was again,
This strange fleeting dream.
It's almost like a friend of mine,
Been with me since my teens.
Constant running from fears,
Each time in a different mask.
No one there to dry the tears,
No one's even there to ask.
Why are there always ghosts about?
And why am I trying to escape?.
It feels like I want to scream and shout,
But my mouth is sealed tight with tape.
I try really hard to run from this hell,
But my feet are heavy like rocks.
With the sight of a random pretty girl,
And my heart feels like it could pop.
One day I might try to solve this,
But for now i'm wishing it back.
Trying hard to hold on to it,
Because my life ...... adventure it lacks.
XSTABLISHX
Fleeting Dream • Opuss № I