What the **** was my dream?
                      Started wanting to be an astronaut,
                      then a pilot, maybe an engineer —
                      A scientist to cure illness,
                      or discover new elements never seen clear.

What the **** was my dream?
                      The last one I remember was borrowed
                      from someone I loved so deep.
                      Now I'm just walking,
                      fighting through days with no end —
                      Because I am alive still. Lost, but alive still.

- Moonie

A lingering past not forgotten by time,
Whispers its truths in my ear
— should i abide.
Wounds heal, but all the scars remain:
They throb and pulse, waking you from a standstill.

- Moonie

My words on a loose — fragmented, i might say.
A poet loosing all his words; a state, no choice, couldn't move.
it's been like this for quite some time — probably because i lost my muse.
But of course that's just an excuse my mind gives,
With all its fragmented words i lose.

- Moonie