Chasing Dreams
I don?t know what I wished to find
behind the sun that rises on a cold winter morning
Not even through the eyes of my past
where I still seemed to dream.
I wished and made myself believe
I could live satisfied if I chased those dreams.
Sadness would vanish with the end of this misery.
Because it seemed the end of the world
I didn?t need anything else than dreaming of being somewhere else.
I was too torn to see that those scars couldn?t heal
and those tears wouldn?t just stop.
Even if I got what I desired back
I start to understand, something is missing.
Too late I realised
hate doesn?t stop at life?s crossroads.
I never wished to be here
but I am.
I don?t wish for much
if only this emptiness inside me could be taken from me again.
This smile I lost,
if I could regain it outside the world I created,
I could stop chasing dreams.
Who believes in reviving that which is dead
might be a blessed fool.
For these withering memories are so precious it hurts;
if you like I?ll give them to you.
If I could go on without remembering and asking why
such ignorance may be bliss.
I don?t want to hold on to this past
anymore.
Chasing dreams
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