The Nightmare
An eerie memory
stirs the soup;
reminds me what caus'd,
smirks to see me live.
i wouldn't smile then
for this tear today.
Wish i had tried,
before to choose.
i now am stranger
to this dream I've reached.
curse of convention,
trail of instinct.
Swear i didn't see...
broken planks on dais
maybe its my stair
for some have reached.
wish i could now
Hear them paint,
See them sing,
the joy of what i once dreamed.