The Pathetic Poet

Reverie

Somewhere is another,

Just like me,

He is no other.

But who could he be?

My thoughts tend to drift,

Lost in thought.

Its like a rift,

One I haven't caught.

My imagination takes me places.

It takes me far and wide.

There aren't any races,

As I'm taken for a ride.

Gazing at the stars,

I thought,

The stars are not ours,

They cannot be bought.

We dream of being one.

But is it possible?

Not a single soul has truly won.

Only some say it is horrible.

I will drift through the passage of time.

Slipping through the cracks.

Just a simple crime,

Supported by facts.

The past,

Always full of regrets.

It happened so fast,

One couldn't even place bets.

The present,

Keeps me at a loss for words.

There were many things to resent,

But flying were the birds.

The future,

Holds the key.

There is nothing left to conquer,

Except for the beast that is within me.

Time itself,

Is a never ending spiral.

I myself,

Have felt like my life went viral.

To the beat of the drums,

I only recall a memory.

But until the time comes,

I am lost in reverie.