Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives
In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,
people I’ve misused
and the things I shouldn’t have uttered
These visions I cannot explain
One would have to be there
In order to experience them from my unique perspective
seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed
for a breathe of fresh air
I awake from my dream a prisoner
and slave to time
Trapped in this dream we call life.
