Lost Time
Reaching new understandingsof the ever present roles
that we play.
continually searching my mind
for the true meaning behind
what we say.
Lost time before waking hours,
so called reality shatters dreams
and again dawn brings realization
nothing is as it seems.
My head becomes filled with abstract visions,
often clouded by love.
Vague memories and forgotten promises,
remind me what we're made of.
I'm holding on to my dreams
and
watching a slowly dieing pain
realizing that clutching the past
is what leaves the stain.
Lost time before waking hours,
so called reality shatters dreams
and again dawn brings realization
nothing is as it seems.
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