To Be What Never Was

This idea so clever I held,
times of solitude thinking aloud,
this thought I had my brilliant one,
To think what never was.

A feeling trapped inside,
light engullfed by darkened flames,
leave not I, but something more,
To feel what never was.

Alone, alas, yet never there,
the place of dreams at core,
a brilliance of eternal thought,
To be What Never Was.