Tears pouring
Fingers numb
Eyes Stinging
How long do I have to endure this?
A year of pain now two
Locked in a timeless world
Past is a dream present a desert and future a mirage
Do I have the right to hope?
There is a fleeting dream
A girl who wanted to live
But she had to wait
Wait for the clock to start
I continued to exist
Walking through the desert
No direction
No knowledge of time
The desert is always cold always dark
always night
Does the sun exist? And what about the moon and stars?
An imagination? Another cruel work of desert?
The girl died along the way
All that is left is a dream
A fleeting old dream
Of a life, of a past, of a girl