I wish; I wish I could go back; back to those images which are now dissipating, dissolving away as I toss and turn desperately trying to fall back asleep.
I yearn for that moment, in which I may re-enter the sweet embrace of that false reality within my mind, and I find myself praying that those images be not vanquished into a distant memory lost somewhere in the depths of my own imagination; hoping to recapture those moments of you and I that can only begin as these eyes close down and this false reality sets in.
You see, I hold you not with my arms, but only in my heart
And if our holding of hands can only exist within the bounds of this land of make believe then I shall enter into that wonderland in full hope and pursuit of the joys of that dream.
It is with meaning and Swiftness I tell you my heart
“If you could see that I’m the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me.”
“You belong with me.”