It's a subtle thought, but leaves a mark
Or maybe it's a dream?
I'm awake before it ends
Was I asleep?
It's not the first
For the tenth time
Though it feels new
Of a different kind
It's a life I once knew
It's a place of Southern summer
It's a home I once belonged to
It's in the eyes of another
Now hypothetical
And in past tenses
How sweet were those days
With rooftops and flooded senses
Can all that was
Be all to only one?
Or is it felt two ways
Is it lost or undone?
Come back, wake, pray
Nothing good can come
From thinking that way!
Or maybe it's a dream?
I'm awake before it ends
Was I asleep?
It's not the first
For the tenth time
Though it feels new
Of a different kind
It's a life I once knew
It's a place of Southern summer
It's a home I once belonged to
It's in the eyes of another
Now hypothetical
And in past tenses
How sweet were those days
With rooftops and flooded senses
Can all that was
Be all to only one?
Or is it felt two ways
Is it lost or undone?
Come back, wake, pray
Nothing good can come
From thinking that way!