Twisted Dream
A dream..A dream of many things,
of friends and family.
These things always mean something...
Don`t they?
Do you remember these doors?
I remember...
I think...
Yes, this was my home for so long, but it`s to late to go back.
They wouldn`t have you now.
They wouldn`t have me.
Had no use...
Someone else does. He wants something.
I...I don`t know why. Those up above don`t even know.
Why don`t I know?
Do you remember friends? Or family?
I think I do. They were...no...wait...
They were the guidance, and there was much more to learn,
but it`s to late now. They are so far away...
You are far away...To far away to help...Why?
Memories should stay...
But it goes deeper...pushing everything aside...
I don`t remember any of you.
Do you remember your childhood? Anything?
I...I don`t know...
It brought you here, and me. It all seemed so important at the time,
but I...I don`t remember it at all. Something else is...
Something else is more important...Right now...I can feel it...
Do you remember me?
I...I can almost...I want to, but I...too late...
You will come to late...
Do you cling to the past, or can you see through the pain?
You feel it within, don`t you?
Will you run away from what you know you want?
Run from what you can take as your own?
You know what you want!
It is you, after all, witch has brought us to the dream.
Nothing is real.
Yet!!
Mr.M 25/02/2011
"From BG2"
Poetry by Mr.Mist
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Written on 2011-03-01 at 18:50
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