A reminescent Dream

I wish that the gold of me would awaken From that redundant dream, swimming from despair, yet pulled by the Unrelenting Fantasy of just a few seconds ago.
The smiles foiled over by a mask of the Almighty Fool.
Yet I follow. Blindly.
Stubbling upon those enticing fragrances of a time without seconds,hours,or days. I would bring up again and again just so I can see that familiar time when it stood still.

It doesn't have to call me.
I never knew the voice of the one who holds me to these illusions of false comradery.
I choose this place.
Choosing the path of the blind fool can be less painful than seeing my inner truth for what it is.

So, here I swim. Looking up at things that were.
Spending time when my most precious moments past, and too many moments where
My grip was anything but fast.
I miss my moments.