Lost in the Unreal

I slip through hours, losing little things,
thoughts misplaced like sand in wind.
Chasing shadows shaped by dreams
that never lived, yet feel like truth.

Reality fades to a softer hue,
while illusions bloom in silent corners.
Minute by minute, I drift away
living in a world that never was,
but keeps calling me home.

Someday, You Will Find Me

Somewhere in the quiet corners of the world,
I feel a soul that matches mine
a heartbeat walking toward me
though we’ve never met in time.

It’s a fairy-land belief, I know,
a dream stitched with star-light threads
yet I keep it warm within my chest,
a hope my heart still gently spreads.

Maybe you breathe beneath the same sky,
maybe you dream a dream like mine…
and someday, when the world is kind,
your path and mine will finally align.

Until then, I’ll keep dreaming
for dreams are where you exist,
a soft, unseen promise
I refuse to resist.

The Days That Drift

Life moves without a wish,
just breath for the sake of breath,
a body walking out of fear
the shadow of silent death.

Once the days were simple,
then the world turned hard and tight,
and just when joy returned at last,
it slipped away from sight.

Now every dawn feels empty,
no dream to chase, no climb
just waiting for the final hug
that ends the ache of time.

Afraid of how it meets me,
yet tired of how I live…
I stand between fear and longing,
with nothing left to give.