Dream

Its about dreams I think.

I dream of ends that never come, of beginnings that never end. How I dream of memories that I can't remember, but I forget a past that will always haunt me. 

I find myself dreaming of things, which no longer exist, dreams that make me wish for days of old. I dream of people, places and things, which I've never seen. 

Let me dream this meaningless life away, in stories, poems and memories. Let me dream of a peace that is finally mine, to chase the chaos which is my life. I will dream of happiness for you if you let me, if you let me dream of a nothingness for me.    

Author's Note

I don't know what to make of this but please let me know.