somnabulantly searching around for a fleeting thought
stumbling endlessly upon train tracks left unfinished
hopelessly full ambitions I thought that i'd forgot
retracting, only again to see them deminish
fiction clung to memory like a morning glory
vining betwixt reality and secret dreams
suddenly all the past is left as a story
neatly weaved in at the seams
i've misplaced where I found myself before

perhaps I never had a map to read off of
maybe I cannot stop searching for more
I blame the day I fell in love.