Sometimes we get what we ask for

Failing

Some summer mornings
little thoughts come uninvited,
they pop out of nowhere to remind me
of things we've done.

Do you remember...?- he said
and then we realize we live in the past
It becomes the constant in our future
what ties us together forever
and what keeps our imaginations alive.

We feed from old memories
failing to create new ones

We feed from nostalgia

We feed from something we are not anymore.

Wondering

Somehow I knew I was right about Mr. Dylan
His charismatic depressive ballads should not be taken seriously.

But what if not this, then guides me?
don't be confused, it does not define us
but it certainly leave us wondering

I think you should always question
but still, never stop hoping
We gave up a long time ago...
But still

You should never leave me