Dreams are what we often desire or fear
Thoughts are those that is still there
Floating and boucning
You are a dream
A dream that is so fragile that whipser may shatter
I hold on
Slipping, sliding and fighting
I try to push forward
Behind me there is a hole
Dark, fierce as the fire
Making me slip, turn and search for a hand to help
It must be out there somewhere
Where darkness isn’t the master














