• Memories drift into mere dreams
    Dreams drag into nightmares
    Nightmares shift to reality
    And reality soon becomes memories

    The pattern repeats with time
    Whether one sees it or not
    Some declare it a crime
    To see the damn plot
    But one can't help but to wonder
    If the sky is really blue
    Or if the storm echos with thunder
    Along with words being true

    Snow falling shifts to rain
    The raindrop melts into a petal
    And the petal passes into a leaf
    Eventually the leaf, itself, fades into nothing

    At least life is something