Forgotten screenplay, lost in time
Between the lines of sorrow
Only a mind could see the rhyme
That leads into 'tomorrow'.
Whatever will or will not be
We 'never' cease to run
Whatever hearts will dare to see
Whatever dreams may come.
And how sweet the illusion now
The poison even sweeter
Your very thoughts, they lie, oh, how
Can sweetness be so bitter?
Whatever choice you see your Self
With 'reason' to have done,
Look on the now so dusty shelf,
For other dreams to come.