Anthology of Random Thoughts

The Empty Dream

the once quiet days i heard you call for me,

i peacefully answered you

but overtime your voice has gotten much weaker

sometimes i look for you, sometimes i don't.

sometimes i look all around and see you there

but now, i have missed you on many occasions

you spoke to me, i rejected you

and now i look for you, but you do not seek me.

i crave your attention, but you do not hear me.

i ask for you to give me some time,

but now you're too busy for me,

like i was to you.

perhaps this is karma. maybe it's not.

your voice is so hard to hear, despite,

despite the fact that i try so hard.

maybe you do call me, and knock on my door

perhaps the noise i hear that buzzes

in my head makes it too hard to hear.

will you call for me again?

or am i too hopeless to help?

have those days long gone cannot be regained?

i have lost, i have learned, but i still do not know

will you come back to me?