What you’re doing?
Making your appearance
after all this time,
do you even know me?
I don’t believe it’s been this long
But I keep seeing you
in the streets, in the words
in the meaning of things…
No, not again.
I don’t have time for you.
My mind is full, maybe empty
banned of all those emotions.
No time or space for your games
No matter what I do
you play in my dreams.
Like a hunter with an angel face
you hit where I’m most vulnerable.
Not fair.
I don’t like to sleep anymore.
Knowing that no matter the
sound, perfume or sight,
in that moment you’ll haunt me
Maybe you don’t do it on purpose.
But I’ve seen you play for real.
Am I dreaming still? I can’t believe it.
Was that moment true?
And yet you threw it all away.
Race me if you can when I’m awake,
you’re not that powerful after all.
You were never capable,
to find me.
My Own Moments 