A memory, a distant past,
Which once was real, but now lost in time
To everyone, But you
You who remembers me
Whose fears fuel my existence
Those fears so fond to your heart
The ones of me, you,
The children,
Our family
These fears that let me live,
But only in your mind,
Your heart,
Your soul projects mine
And together we are always intertwined.
But to everyone else im nothing but gone,
Just dead,
And crazy to the world
But everything we had is what kept me alive.
So tell me, Am I real?
A dream?
or maybe just a memory