The Chase

So into those woods I ran 
chasing a glimpse of a dream 
breathing, heavily 
fearing its elusiveness 
might get the best of me 
unsure whether to stop 
or grit and press through
whilst bearing the thorn in my side 
Just a few steps more 
I hoped to find solace 
around the turn
but it turned out to be a dream 
after all


In another lifetime
the music was alive
and all we felt 
seemed as if 
it would last forever 
But now
as the pages turn 
one after another 
the music seems 
as a distant memory 
it can be remembered 
but never experienced 
as it once was