How long will I walk these haunted halls...
down the same winding path until
a point of yesteryear when
love was nothing more than a fleeting dream?
How ironic I asked this very question years after I thought
what should've been a lesson well learned has now resurfaced...
a haunting memory from
a troubled time once upon a time...
I keep looking deep, deep deep into a soul
that at this point in time..seems wrecked beyond repair...
not by accident..but by choice...
and as much as I try to understand..
logic sound defies even this current day situation...

How ironic I write these words years after a lesson was taught in 
dawning of my life.. How ironic it is...

Do I dare to dream of a dream come true..after so many delays
and so many heartbreaks..
do I try and recapture an innoncence when my heart has been bruised
and my soul scarred...
do I try to move forward only to encounter more of what I thought
I left behind?...
How ironic I write these words....years after I fought so hard to 
embrace  the love of another...How ironic I write these words...

Tired of walking the beaten path...perhaps I should explore new trails..
or better yet take a short cut to happiness...
perhaps I should cease to dream and come to a final conclusion
that dreams are for dreamers and dreams come true are for those who

kick down doors
kick down doors
kick down doors
kick down doors
and mess up lives...
So tired i fighting for what can not be obtained..
so tired of fighting for what can not be won..
How ironic I write these words at this point in time..
years after tears of frustration
fell from my cheeks and I moved on in life to become
a man...determined to bring about
a better day
a better time...
a better way....
and here I am years later

singing a song of sadness
in a world gone mad
really mad
stark raving mad 
Do you think things will ever come around?
or will I continue to hope for impossible scenarios
and unlikely dreams...
and unracanted love?

And so at this point in time I must honestly say...
dreaming ain't always easy..
especially when you try to make them come true...
and now I'm haunted with memories of dashed hopes
and silenced desires..
How ironic I write these words...
Maybe tomorrow it'll be a brighter day...

Chilandro