Lost in a dream
of the times bygone
of times of togetherness
when we were one
the faces appear clear
which with time had been smeared
For I see all
my best pals
Left me alone
gone one by one
and I am happy
to find them happy
in their kingdoms
Walking all alone
wearing a crown of thorns
I find solace
when I look at my face
In a mirror
Which has not yet learned to lie
and I find my shadow,
A true companion, by my side
A true companion why did I call?
For it remains with me through the day
Leaves me when it is dark
when I am to lost my self
Lost in the dreams
and I find it sleeping
and gearing up for the next stint
At night
I find myself on a bed of stones
All the tender moments gone
and I find myself
hollow, empty and alone...
A blissful dawn States
The exit and entry to this material world
is always with empty hands
So enjoy the moments
the fate to you gave...
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