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.