565. Note to myself


1, 2, 3. Please. Wake up...
Back to the life that's real.

You now dream of other things...

You haven't been here in ages
And yet it seems strange
An eerie wind blows this night
Does someone else use his trick?

You see your own dark side
See? It's a refelection
Every action
an immediate consequence

You've been away for so long
Now don't you dare get lost again
Wandering these moors
Since you've already got out

'It sure is dangerous here m'dear.'

No response was yours
Except for this one
You prefer to stay a riddle
wrapped in an engima