still chasing that dream
the eyes of a stranger
i always keep seeing
clear pure with a vision
tells me keep living
the answer is in the past
simple easy and fast
blink of an eye i missed it
and the message i been wishing
has vanished in the mist
its always around
never far but on stand by
just waiting for me to cal
an call it did, for me
to maybe understand the now
of how it correlates to the past
maybe i am still chasing
maybe i am still dreaming
in one day open eye to world
that has been tugging at me
like a little girl pulling on her mother's skirt
i hear it whisper soft things in the trees
or when i lie still at night
i think i see things only in my mind
they say the keys are in the past
maybe there was something that i overlooked
like a line, a verse or myself
still chasing it going down the rabbit hole
til i reach the end of it.
i know i am not in wonderland as they say
but in a way aren't we all searching
aren't we all searching for some basic understaning
of ones that has past? or something so