Wherever this day goes

Precious memories pass me by,
to the thoughtless patterns of you and i,
And pondering slow brings chance of regret,
With the wisdom to wich the connection set.

Feeling lost and unable to trust,
I forward my pain to helpless lust,
A virtue so cold and dim with pride,
To my battered soul where i can hide.

As days pass by with time they heal,
Past the pressure that my wounds shall feel,
For the closer to past may the future seem,
My love from the heart was only a dream.