| They came to me in a dream. Hoping to get, What it was I didn’t know. The harder I searched for answers, The closer I came to a dead end. And the further I ventured, The darker it became. My time was running out. Images shoot past me, Like cars on a freeway. Things begin clicking into place. I’m seeing my hopes and dreams, Altogether as if it were real. Could this be the future? Or could it just be what I want, To be the future. I’m drawing nearer to my answers. And then I wake up, And know that my answers will never be found. |