Sometimes I wish I could bridge the gap between
past - and present.
Not that it would serve as any great service,
Except that of rendering me helpless
with pain.
If I lived through it once, I can then
survive it again.
But why bore a thousan injuries once more - if then
we know the future?
Nothing would change - as much as we
might try.
But we would not be if we did,
And we are, so we didn't - nor can we.
But we can dream
and I do.
A million dreams have come and gone - whereby I attempt
to put face to the figures - and light to the shadows
That hold them in obscurity.
My failure leads to no ones enjoyment but instead
to my pitiful need for control.
In the hopes of someday smashing whoever they are,
And lighting whatever is dark.
But one can assume they are dark for good reason,
And with that I leave my dreams alone.