Days turn to weeks,
weeks turn to months.
Time is not on your side,
memories keep building.
Those that you remember are the ones you don’t intend to,
you don’t wish to.
You wish to remember the ones that you often have trouble remembering,
those close to your heart.
Have you dreamt of being in a time machine,
one that brings you back to the past and to the future.
Have you dreamt of times when you were happier,
when you were truly yourself.
Well I have. I hate it when I dream.