when I walk through the fields of my memories
wondering if still there's something I missed, knowing time
can manipulate places, where dreams reside
leaving you with dreams constructed out of pieces
never real, never there, a myth buried in a corner
of your mind
so,...walking through those fields of truth and trust
memories lying by its side, picking them up, one by one
I am surprised
when time's giving me dreams and memories in real time
leaving me with a truth, I never realised, as the skies, they can be lonely
walking under its burning sky
(c) JR. 2026
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