may be one is feeling the same way

That lonely road still has a memory left where  seen you the last time
its only the memory left not you my heart is thine
it still pounds i wonder how when there is nothing fine
i still pipe dream that you fond hope to be mine


Once I had a dream that you will be mine
that dream is still going in my mind
the virulent fluid flows in the brain
the viscid flow is your memory lane 


Why, What would be the reason
that there is a funk in all the seasons
is it you or my complex mind
that is pacing leaving the present behind


The time is punctual
and its passage is thin
I bear it and grin
I had a simple relation but complexities within