The Morning
How many times will my dreams be dashed away?
The sun isn't shining, but it's the beginning of a new day.
I wish for love unyielding, it seems almost in my hands.
I touch it for a moment, but like smoke it disbands.
A cool fog descended, no direction seems quite right.
No pull to another, no purpose without sight.
Vivid memories rush upon me, will they fade like a dream?
As tomorrow's day is dawning, it was real or so it seems.
Confusion is my companion, I don't know what should be said.
The feelings of one man, mixed up but full of dread.
My eyes are clearly open now, I am but flesh and bone.
Nothing saved me in my sleep, I wake up and I'm alone.