on the death of a dream...

sitting in the moonlight i wondered
why i step ahead to do things
even when i know i blundered
last time when i tried

i felt relentless, i was being chased
memories haunted my mind, ask me questions
i hate it, for the questions it raised
'no answers' is all i said to the void

i could see the drops of dew
they fell on my eyes that evening
mixed with my tears, there were few
they were there as i cried

flowers bent to grounds and gave way
they weren't laughing at me anymore
i wish they lived, i had so much to say
but my words... i lost them... they died!

"what did i ask for? it was not moon"
i asked again... i was wondering again
i wanted the answer soon, but then
to this dying dream.. even this favor was denied