I dream a thousand dreams ,
and I die a thousand deaths ,
Everyday !
The hallucinations , the mirage
helps me to live for a day more ,
Sooner the dusk shall come . . . . . . . .
I begin to dwell among the memory lane .
This maze of remorse , regret and pain
Enchants me ,
Lures me and traps me brutally .
I emerge out of it ,
Dejection written across my countenance .
I come out once more
And once more I dream ,
To DIE ONE MORE DEATH ! ! ! ! !
6/9/2001 (3:00 pm)