Reciting

I won't let history repeat itself.

There's something to it

I don't want to catch.

There's something to it

I don't want to see.

I won't let history repeat itself.

It's itchy glare,

It's slithering tone 

will not be heard nor felt.

It's long chain of memories

filled with so much remorse

and isolation

will no longer flow with solitary tears.

History will not repeat itself

but I might have allowed it to repeat.

I might have turned on the switch

that makes the same mistake not to stop.

It's no longer intact anyways,

I'll just let it recite once more.

Just a Dream

I miss being home,
I miss being there.
I miss going around,
I miss going there.

Everything from here
reminds me of there
like some kind of fantasy
that just wouldn't leave me alone.

Everything from there
reminds me of nothing
like some kind of reality
that never seems to hit.

No one would get
but the simplest idea
that I'm just a step away.

I'd bring
I'd carry
I'd hug
I'd cry

As the time goes by
I'll walk farther from there
and nearer to here
just another step away from what I missed.