• Gazing into the night,
    I see a path.
    A path that would lead me to a dream I've always wanted.
    An unreal dream.
    It could never happen, and yet it was.
    And I wouldn't be able to stop it.
    All I could do was follow it.
    No matter where it took me,
    I would follow.
    It would call out my name,
    And I would come.
    But why?
    Why would I have to follow?
    Why was it real?
    Why couldn't I go?
    Why?
    Because it was me,
    And I cannot escape myself.