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 nolonger exist, dreams that make me wish for days of old. I dream of people, places and things, which I've never seen.

Author's Note

I know that its only two lines, but my brain stopped working. I waiting to see if anything else pops out.