My dreams taunt me like never before.
They take me back in time to the days of lore
or they take me to a place when I knew who I was
and I have no control and the details are just because.
My dreams taunt me of love and hate
and the twisting hand of fate.
Only to wake up in the day
shaking it off without a word to say.

06/07/1999

Posted on 12/15/2003
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