Dreamer's Lot

Could emptiness be the reason I spend my nights Wide awake, in a quiet restless daze? I have now become confined by my unconscious thoughts, Never felt more liberated, I walk a path that leads me to those memories, Now nearly faded, I stroll through that path in the field, Walking along the river where the low water sits still A step towards fulfillment, a step towards happiness, I step and catch up with an old friend Four years come and passed, now here we stand, at last Just as I remembered him, age hasn’t done a thing Time is timeless? A beginning, but no end? We stroll through that path in the grassy field Walking along the river where the modest current moves a little A step towards fulfillment, a step towards happiness, We step and catch up with an old friend Eleven years come and passed, and now here we stand, at last Your son’s journey has come to an end Time is on our side, its time we didn’t spend This is my destination, Rebuilding an old friendship through my recollections Building a mother-son relation Previously missing, now an easy connection Standing at the end of that path Where the river passes graciously and its high tide shimmers Paradise, by the dreamer’s lot Never thought it could come to such a tragic halt… I have now become confined by the conscious facts