He wasn’t really aware,

of what was to come.

Seeking so much,

but was left with none.

As time rears its head,

to signal of the gone and the lost.

As time spaced itself out,

to drag on the pain and make hoarse.

Dreams became like lost souls,

wandering with no aim.

Claiming to put him,

back from where he came.

Stymied were the emotions,

haunted by colluded dreams.

Safe and sound he ought to feel,

as time should now; rightly beam.