Baskadia

In the middle of the night,

Where the moon casts its silvery light,

The ocean whispers tales of old,

Stories yet untold.

I hear the echoes of my past,

Regrets that linger fast.

Dreams I let slip away,

On the tides of yesterday.

But now I see the truth,

That I'm holding back my youth.

And that every chance I miss,

Is a dream that I dismiss.

If only I could go back,

And change my youth and past,

I'll dive into the depths,

And find my rightful place.

Written by: Arnelyn L. Lapatis