My love for him is like
searching for the pot
of gold at the end of
the rainbow,
when i know that
a rainbow is round
and there never was
and never will be
a pot of gold......

If only, if only life were a dream, then we wouldn't face the disappointments of everyday life.......

Past is the beginning
Of the future
And the future
Is the remains of the past.
The present is neither
For it has already passed
Into the past
To become the future

"Follow No One"