Chasing Nightmare
A shard of the dream falls from my hand
In order to find the lost answer, i start to run
Through a labyrinth of thoughts, down a path unknown
But as I chase the fading remnants, they only seem to grow
Further away, like a mirage in the desert sand
I yearn to capture the truth, that so desperately calls
For a glimpse of the past, a moment to understand
But the shard of my dream, is all that remains in my hand.
-- Synopse

















