Perception of a Lost Dream

Faded photographs,
Crumpled up in my top drawer.
They keep me up at night,
Speak volumes of all that we’ve endured.

They’ve led us to this moment in time.
It all happens so fast;
In the blink of an eye, you’d wonder how we got here.
But the past is gone, and the future is mine.

It’s just not all how I remember it by,
They say a memory is your perception
Of the last time you thought of what you’d seen.
And now it’s tearing me up inside.

It’s hard not to dwell on a past life
That was never mine.
Just the perception
Of a lost dream.


Photo by Joehug on Flickr


About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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