Floating through this life

That sometimes seems

Endlessly surreal

Trying to chase

The wasted dreams

I can no longer feel.

 

For once I must beckon myself

Back into the world

From which I came

And not slip into the clutches

Of Lust’s twisted game.

 

But Time keeps passing by

Like a stranger in the street

With curiosity I listen closely

Following the sounds of its feet

 

Until suddenly it disappears

And I’m left meandering

Alone

Wondering, forever wondering

If my love will ever come back home.