Near golden sunsets
I'm meandering through the back alleys,
Looking for the one I knew.
I've lost myself with the setting sun,
The sun of my youth.
Now I reminisce through memories,
Searching for my truth.
I'm walking the streets,
Searching for the unknown.
I've lost myself and need another,
Someone whom I can call me.
I'm walking the streets again,
Begging for a moment of reality.
I've tried and tried and tried and tried,
But reality is so much of an illusion.
Even with a lot of imagination, does it make the story less true?