Neither do I think of my heart
Weaken by the chaos of men
Neither do I think I am free
Nor I am lost with love
Yet it’ is the one thing
I recokened wirh it
It is but the one I yearn
In dreams like shadows
I despair within it
Why then does this it sting 🦂

What if death is a dream you won’t remember’ to awaken to a life that is recokened .
This dream a cascade of deaths  trampling to many existence .
You awaken yet you won’t remember of how  you came to be ‘ only distant memories wash the view in a sight of that was forgotten