Awakening
Dreamworld slips away
The world once known, returned, changed
Souls passed, never seen, never knowing
Places known, people met, values held
Gone like a leaf upon the breeze
Confusion
Mocking, forever mocking
Love, lust, hatred, friendship, power, greed
Time scatters all like fresh shorn weeds
In the end, we are nothing
But a dream
Nothing

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Severin, in the year 154 MA.