I woke up from my broken dreams
of the lost desert of my past.
It really isn’t as it seems,
for I wanted to make them last.

The tortured soul that was mine before
is preferred to the death that comes ahead.
I know what tomorrow has in store;
I want the pain of the past instead.

I walk along a shore that has no end,
waiting to find the start to a new day.
Still, I cannot say that my heart will mend,
there are no more hopes; they faded away.

The tortured soul that was mine before
is preferred to the death that comes ahead.
I know what tomorrow has in store;
I want the pain of the past instead.

The past is where my heart resides,
and I know this can’t really be.
Yet, no matter how long my strides,
I can’t get beyond what I see.

Traveller, writer, reader, and recovering procrastinator.