I’ve been someone before. People knew my name and I was important.
In the shadow of the night people raged against the darkness screaming my name. Loving my face and the presence of me stilled their fears. I was a hero. I was a villain. I was evil, and I was god, but then I was dead.
I was a killer. I was a savior. I sought my darkest fantasies, and I learned how to cure cancer.
I became successful. I lost my soul. I was homeless, and found the meaning of life is not in possessions.
I ran never tiring, and at other times, I ran and didn’t move.
I’ve lost my mind screaming into the night. Yelling for someone; anyone to take the pain so I could not end it all. I’ve lost my mind hollering the name of the love of my life; praising the joy I’ve finally.
In the end I was always dreaming.