Possessed

I see a mysterious, distant, unknown land.

I see myself standing motionless;
I see you running away.

I see myself howling aloud;
I see your ears not listening,

I see myself there eternally;
I see you there for a day.

I see myself wanting to get away;
I see a memory of you that is not letting me.

I see us-me holding hands with a memory of you,
walking together, taking chances.

I see myself not being able to take any chance,
I see myself not possessing the memory no more.

I see the memory-possessing me entirely.