I wake up from this dream and look around


    The past tinted in a different light


    The light of suspicion on each message


    And I''m led to believe it''s all a lie


    I''m unsure what''s true anymore right here


    I''m standing on the baren other side


    No flowers in bloom, and no answers too


    Just peering in, wondering, what went wrong.


    I''m unsure what was real and what was a lie


    But am I allowed to really complain?


    We are but friends, in name, is it the same?


    What right do I have, What will I ever


    What right do I have to complain to you?


    Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.None at all I''m afraid, I don''t blame you.


    I''ll just wait here I guess, but time runs short.


    I''ll just wait here I guess, for hopes and dreams.


    I''ll just wait here I guess, for it to break.


    I''ll wait here, for answers which won''t appear.


    We''re on the path of hopes and dreams, trying


    But not every flower will bloom, crying


    But some are just slightly later, hoping


    But some will wilt before then, despairing


    But we''ll walk this path anyways riddled


    and if we must split one day, so be it


    That''s how it''s always been, how it will be


    But isn''t that lonely? Living like that?


    Atleast then, the voices will stop speaking


    But then, I can''t hear your laughter again...


    I wake up from this dream, falling asleep


    And look around to a foreign dark place


    Filled with my every insecurity


    I can''t recognize it, a shadow past


    I can recognize it too well, scares me.