• As I pass through these walls
    I wonder which is imaginary
    Them or I?
    If it is them then this
    Must be a dream. A wondrously
    Strange dream. For what purpose
    Have I walking through walls
    Instead of doors?
    But if it is I, then am I a
    Ghost? A mere reflection of a
    Girl. Left to wander restlessly
    Through the sands of time.
    And if I am a ghost, I can
    Never feel the warm touch
    Of your hands, lips, and skin.
    I will watch you grow up,
    Grow old in someone else's arms.
    It would be unbearable.
    I would watch you love
    Someone else, while I was left
    Alone to watch. It's inconceivable.
    So which is it, dream or ghost?