...The Rub
I sit here, with tears welling up in my tired eyes, wondering.
Remembering times past, of things done, and of a future that will never be realized.
I miss them all. The people, the deeds both good and bad, and the dreams...
God, do I miss the dreams...
It has been a long time scince I've had a dream.
And I don't mean the kind you have when you sleep, though it has been a while too..
So, with no dream...
No atonement...
No peace...
And no sanctuary...
If I were to die tonight, dreaming of you,
Who have so deeply touched my heart, or cut my soul,
Would you know of it?
Would you feel the lacking of my presence,
As I feel the lacking of yours?
Do I have to die alone?
Remembering times past, of things done, and of a future that will never be realized.
I miss them all. The people, the deeds both good and bad, and the dreams...
God, do I miss the dreams...
It has been a long time scince I've had a dream.
And I don't mean the kind you have when you sleep, though it has been a while too..
So, with no dream...
No atonement...
No peace...
And no sanctuary...
If I were to die tonight, dreaming of you,
Who have so deeply touched my heart, or cut my soul,
Would you know of it?
Would you feel the lacking of my presence,
As I feel the lacking of yours?
Do I have to die alone?