these days you haunt my dreams
it seems our lives may be separate
but our minds still cling to twisted, miss it, used to bes,
subconscious still wants it or can't set it free.
those past still creep into our brains,
but being, foreseeing with all that remains,
so much better than bothered by want or disdain,
fill our heads up so blurry with far from mundane.
and in future, for use for, our de ja vus
keep dreams so forereeling to see me and you.
