The Past Nightmares

Once I got to witness a murder

Blood spattered sheets, it was still a dream

Would I have been reflected from the mirror of yours

When darkness well kept in my lifeless home?

But so much changed since then

When days still stretched into sleepless nights

So much changed since then

Associations

Honestly, they will flee and I did always disagree but now I am losing myself

To something that in a long run will disappear

The things you fear are always for real and you are losing yourself

The past nightmares bow to none

How could one care how far does the bird fly when its passing by is so irrelevant?

How could one care how fast does the wind blow when he's still trapped inside these four corners?