Surrounded by the echoes of stories untold,
I am the only one to know how each does unfold,
For I am the sand of the time,
Trapped inside this glass body of mine,
A prison made of self, I will say, if I can,
Would you dare question my claim,
I would share one story lost to time,
Of a dreamer who dreamt the grandest of fantasies,
To see them as reality had sailed all the seas,
Unfortunately, reality, unlike fantasy,
Was a disappointing endeavour to say,
Something people learn the hard way,
Until the dreamer discovered love,
The one feeling which power,
To blur the line between fantasy and reality,
With its ability to push people to their extremes,
From violence to peace, plunder to sacrifice,
Love, never asks one for any specific thing,
It just takes what the person can give,
Our dreamer too had faced a similar choice,
What would you let the dreamer choose,
The path of blood which leads to love,
The path of sacrifice which leads to heartbreak,
The path of hope that someday will love triumph,
The path of deceit which uses smarts to win love,
Whatever you choose, just remember,
Surrounded by the echoes of stories untold,
I am the only one to know how each does unfold.