When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me. Voices in the dark Trying very hard to speak, trying very hard to feel, trying very hard to understand. I have many ideas some make sense others fall within crack. We see ourselves from a distance, others see us so clear. Questions fail to be answered.
Answers fail to be heard.
Why 'must' we look so hard to feel When right there we can find the answers, yet in our heart we know they may not be real. Sometimes we can have everything and never be satisfied. Constantly looking to find something else, when what we have we know is right. I guess we are all searching, on an endless quest to seek something. Some times finding the answers and sometimes only getting deeper inside our heads.