Somewhere In My Dreams By MwsR
Trancing me as you do
Making me wish to be talking to you
Like toast that is nothing without the spread
Or moments that keep replaying in my head.
Starting and stopping and pausing a lot
Walking back into the past is something I cannot.
Gone, like the black and white tv shows
But still a time that everyone knows.
Echos of our past
and wishing that it would have last.
Why can we not have the present, with the past, without complication?
Maybe it is because it causes a difficult situation.
Possibly it is a learning thing
Maybe it is just all the memories it should bring.
I cannot answer this or know this
But oh what a predicament it is!
Somewhere in my dreams,
You will always beam
Even if it isn’t in my now
But only in the how.