Essence

Far to reach
The field seems plain
The grass is green and plenty
The air hallows out the empty

Instances of belief
Unexplainable stitch left in situations
That you can no longer escape
Accumulated somethings, all in one place

An exhausted mind
To refer all the time
Flashbacks of that one time
Recurring lucid in my dreams

I can never remember
Breathing air of each new day
And I chase
The essence left behind