Dreams in the past that remember me,
Remembering holding you in my arms
all fades to black
laid back again wondering "Did this really happen?"
Seeing a circle of faces laughing,
Body and Soul battle in their separate corners
Not Mr. Pop-U-Larity but a loner
alone in this world where people chose to be a boy or a girl,
lack of creditbitlity is kin to me,
when i have no thoughts left in me
my enemies are these friends who i thought were feeling me,
but they really want to see the end of me
when i start rhymin its like a virus
it takes hold and possesses me
until there is nothing left of me
Dreams in the past that remember me.
By Sean Morgan ©