I am a passing dream everyone awakens from.
A memory as if lived but slowly forgotten.
Seek me not in the same manner for I pass by like the wind.
Ever changing and growing as the roots seep deep into life.
Let me find tranquility upon this isolation and a home of true serenity amongst my own.
I am a nightmare to some and a lucid marvel.
Dreamwalking upon their own conscious step.
See me go as once more I depart and in this goodbye know, my soul rests within the shadows of the morrow.