I’m dreaming of a life
A life that might not exist
But maybe if I dream it enough
I can come close…I can come close..
Is ambition alone enough?
How many countless words discarded
Before settling close enough?
Always a whim away
We tell ourselves
Like a memory gate to yesterday
Regaled by the lies around me.
The illusion that time passes around us
That we’ll be fine when the morning comes
A false heartache of the mind
Justified sickness we can ignore.
What is this weight
I can’t seem to shake?
Should it have been me
For the ignorance to take?
I’m drowning in days,
Days that never seem to pass.
Treading on in hope
For the moment I look back.
Maybe I can do this?
Seems like I can live this?
With just a memory on my mind.
A life that might not exist
But maybe if I dream it enough
I can come close…I can come close..
Is ambition alone enough?
How many countless words discarded
Before settling close enough?
Always a whim away
We tell ourselves
Like a memory gate to yesterday
Regaled by the lies around me.
The illusion that time passes around us
That we’ll be fine when the morning comes
A false heartache of the mind
Justified sickness we can ignore.
What is this weight
I can’t seem to shake?
Should it have been me
For the ignorance to take?
I’m drowning in days,
Days that never seem to pass.
Treading on in hope
For the moment I look back.
Maybe I can do this?
Seems like I can live this?
With just a memory on my mind.
-AJ Sandhu 2015
Escapades of a Bored Writer 
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