surreal part 2

I am trap in this figment of your imagination of time

Locked up within this estrange delusion

Filled with bits and pieces and frames of my past

Eagerly holding that precious memory inside my mind

But it’s just a stream of random scenery that can’t be grasp or posses

But in the deepest corner of my heart it slumber

Giving me that feeling

Like the first time I ever felt that feeling of infatuation

Holding a woman’s chest and feeling her warmth for the first time

It’s like tiny volts of electricity crawling beneath my intellect

Down to the deepest corner of my heart waking up that

Deep-seated memory from slumber and taking me away again

From my conscious state to that bizarre place that made feel whole again.

And I wish I would never had to leave


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