Dreams

Finding the path,
Finding the waterfalls,
Finding the door,
Just finding that place,
Is enough for me

This place,
Is where I could escape from my life,
Filled with broken pieces,
Hunger...
Hurt...
Emptiness...
If only I could escape,
Then I can finally live...

Where I could be sewn back together,
Where I could be healed,
Where I could rest,
Where I could finally accept,
The real me.

Running,
Tripping,
Falling.

Everywhere I look....

Where is it?

Is there no door?
Is there no path?
Is there no hope?

Sighing,
I turned...

Then I knew,
Where I could find it.

Dashing through
my past,
I went through the gateway...
And I knew,
That the gate
Was always there...