Time moves on like an oceans wave
The emptyness inside has made me a shallow grave.
Imposters we are, searching for love
Blinded by fantasie's of what we dream of.
I would unlock the door,If I could imagine the key
Mysteries unfold, Unreal to me.
Pain has it's pleasure, It's called desire
Endlessly burning from sufferings fire.
The need to be needed becomes the strongest emotion and yet,
Time moves on like a wave in the ocean...
was written to be a verse in a song....
unknow author....
