Now I see a shrinking piece of imagination
splintering into distorted figments of a broken sight
I try to hold it still and read its revelation,
To look for a meaning , before time robs my Insight
It's fading so fast; not out of eyes but of the mind,
So, I race against time, to see what my dream can behold?
It keeps flickering and the shades of colors oscillating,
And I storm into it wondering what it unfolds..
I plead my memory to hold on to that fading dream
I beg and cry to let it stay for it felt so dear
While I am still running, to see what it will reveal
will it put me at ease or knock me with a wound that'll never heal?
I am aching to salvage a sinking dream
destined to falter and break in due time
If i were to reminisce it, how would it play out?
Did I savor it even before it ended? for it'll be gone by dawn
I burn my faint memory to remember it one last time,
And I saw withering wildflowers by the road,
and I saw crimson smeared on an emerald canvas
But I felt some invisible weights tugging me down,
a damp air making deranged faces,
And some voice in the wild, it was sweet like it was hope.
I open my eyes and find it gone.
I hold no memory of what it was, but I am mourning.
As if something is wrecked deep inside me,
I mourned as if for a part of me that drowned.
How do I feel the weight of a lost dream that's buried outside my memory?