Lost in memories of the future
Sifting sands of time.
Building castles only to tear them down.
Braving the rough surf for hidden treasures
lying beneath the violence of water.
What lies ahead, is it a dream
or a lie?
On a path lit by moon
Alone walking the night, holding your hand.
Afraid to let go and to hold on,
for castles built in sand
eventually wash away by tide or wind
Searching desperately for solid land.
Hiking this unknown terrain
Footing unsure, yet knowing. I cant stop moving