My dreams are not always with me. They can leave anytime, but I am the one who keeps on chasing them.

If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

Love comes and goes away. It is the empty heart which never leaves us.