I dream to dream.
Can’t remember what’s real.
I walk and talk.
The leaves surround me.
I love and laugh.
I kiss and touch.
This used to be familiar.
I crave life.
I crave my freedom.
The calm dream of a dreamer.
The slow burning blissful storm.
Thunders from the ground below me.
Was it just a distant memory?
Did we happen?
Did I happen?
The cure is bound.
To free us from the Alzheimer's curse.
