Carpe' Noctum

There are pieces of memories hidden in dreams.
Some belong to others it seems
All the while it is only Me
Seeing things i can not see
Flying free but falling fast
Like future trying to chase the past
But never through the looking glass
Shall be the choice that should be grasped
Wakeful times are often sorrow
Or pushed through until tomorrow
Remembering time and prisons unbound
The cluttered silence that makes no sound
And thoughts of dreams, and night to come
So maybe life can be undone
And the piece of whole will be made one.