When you wake in the night for no reason you can name,
Sudden, sodden, saddened or scared:
I am all the dreams that have fled your conscious thought.
I am every dream you have let come to naught.
When you turn, for you hear your name called, unprepared
but no one spoke, nor is that voice known:
There am I, echo of all you did not say, but should;
The echo of each time you left yourself misunderstood.
When your spine runs shivers; when someone's there, though you're alone;
Or ghost scent floods your memory, be it happiness or shame:
Do not be discomfited; I live still in your mind.
The thousand yous that almost were, the best you left behind.
Unknown "Das Man"
- 16 years, 1 month, 2 days ago
