of part dreams i think not any more,
locked up, the key has been deftly lost.

at fond memories, i look back at no more,
they have been lived and done away with.

of present joys, i crave not,
insecure, i fear they'd imitate the past soon.

to the future, i think not,
untampered by thought, darkness soothes.

an abyss of nothingness
either gained or lost,
creates fancies all around.
i shut my eyes to imagination,
it's bound to fade soon.

in faith i trust,
in hope i believe,
in myself,
i conceive.