Dream

I woke up sentimental
with a flashback in my eye
a memory full of fulfilled dreams
that almost made me cry.

A short period, I would say
or at least it looks like that today
It was just like a minute of fame
Back then, though, i thought it would never rain.

The kiss and the humble touch
- It started me
The speed and rebelity
- It blew me away

Though the speed itself
and the overwhelming harmony
was probably enough
to surprise and introduce uncertainty

Ofcourse I was shocked
sent down to my knees
with a vast decline
and almost stunning ease.

In the dream
I remembered that special day
And it brought a slight smile to my face
combined with bitterness and regret

But was it really my fault?
or was it fortuned by default?
is there any chance of a slight correction
or for a simple clarification?

I haven't yet cleared these thoughts
and I haven't yet answered these questions
But I have a statement with which I am caught
that love is now one of my obsessions.