10 Years - 21/01/2007

I sit, I dream,
I feel, I think,
I fall, I scream,
I lay, I blink.

I try to walk through,
I try to relax,
But you and only you,
You and the facts.

I write to feel,
But you take it away,
I dream to deal,
But I cry everyday.

More than hate,
I wish you were no one,
I'll get that straight,
You've been outdone.

Ten years later,
You might get the chance,
To what of the creator,
You are, you'll get a glance.

©Elisha L. Brain 2007