Drifting further from that distant Dream,
falling prey to the lure with a scream,
A dream within a dream of a bed of roses
vaporizing like a relief, a mirage proposes.
I try to hold it, in my thoughts, in my arms,
but, it slips and confuses, like dusk and dawn
Perplexed by the loss, I welcome despair
But, I swear to God, that’t not the worst of my fears
I fear no wrath, no wreath, no wraith,
No fear of judgement or someone’s rage
What I fear is losing my wonderful dream
The tranquil relations and their lustrous gleam
With every passing moment, I slip downstream
Losing yet another second of this beautiful dream
Like thick white mountain mist over the valley fields
Vanishing into thin air without any yield
This abysmal force, degrades and deceives,
All that love stands for, the truths and the beliefs
This quandary jeopardizes everything I believe,
Is there any Love, or just something I falsely perceive!