Dream

Surrounded
but all alone
bounded
to a place called home.

Why do we search for these things?
love, light,
just look at what it brings:
hate and fright.

I once searched too
but found long ago
what can we do?
We have nothing to show
every life is the same
every chance we get
in the end, there is pain
in the end, there is regret.

Even if I find this light
it's only momentary bliss
soon, I will feel the night
and leave with a goodbye kiss.

What do we really keep
when our dream is buried inside?
I alone can only weep
I alone can only hide.