Mystery seemed to attach itself to him
Years ago when the dream was new he
Had known he was looking for someone
That he had to go in the right direction

No matter how many times he dreamt
He just couldn't seem to find them and
Eventually he always found himself lost
Snipped out of reality with sharp scissors

His mind shied away like a horse refusing
To jump and his memories in the dark
We're shiny threads that swayed and
Moved almost ready to snap with sorrow