Life is a series of moments,
passing you by.
There goes another one.
The past is gone.
The future, hazy.
The only thing we truly control,
Yet already my mind is as restless as a butterfly,
fluttering memories craving a new place to rest.
Whilst a fear-stoked imagination,
paints a million nightmare tomorrows.
I’m sleepwalking through life.
May I awake, from the dream.