Today was such a wonderful day, I got to dream while I was awake.
See, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten rest; I’ve tried to sleep, I’ve tried my best.
When I close my eyes, I see her face. When I rest my mind, it starts to race.
It sees the future, it sees the past, it finds my weakness, and starts to laugh.
I’m mocked and tortured, I’m trapped and scared, I’m sad and lonely, and it’s not fair.
At least today, at least for minutes, I lived a dream, and she was in it.
We joked and laughed, we dined and dashed, we shared our stories, we merged our pasts.
We sang our songs, made plans for tomorrow, while the sands fell down, she lessened my sorrow.
But then I’d awoken, still lonely, still broken.
Was it all a dream? Was it all in my mind? Was she just being friendly? Was she just being kind?
Will this ever be over? Will this ever subside? Will things ever be normal? Will she ever be mine?
I don’t know the answers. I don’t have a clue. I can’t start to forget her, no matter what I do.
I just want to move forward, I just want to feel alive. I wonder what life will be like, when I turn forty-five?
Will this all be a memory which we both share together, or will I still be lonely, trying to forget her?
I just need to know, if our love’s going to make it, but today we shared a dream and, so gladly, I’ll take it.