There is no future; in the past.
Memories of the mind
cannot be recreated
for nothing is the same twice.
Look to dreams of the future
for that is where destiny lies,
not in that, which is left behind.
Turn the key, lock the door
Pipe dreams spiral aromatically
Intoxicating false hopes; but
When brought into reality
They are tampered; into
Mind numbing predictability
If wishes were dreams and dreams were wishes
If only we could share; pulling a wishbone in two
If dreams became real and wishes come true
If a coin in a well bought forth your kisses
I’d give away my fortune, for a moment with you.
Anagram of dream
Re-living the horror
Elixir - of,