Foraying like an empty boat,
in the middle of life's sea.
I was a non-entity and still am,
and it is the way I want to be.

 Success is the beginning of failure,
and fame the beginning of disgrace.
I would rather be in the shadows
unseen and unsung in this place.

 An Illusion a fantasy, nothing more
Is what She'll always be.
A phantom haunting me, never more
living in this twisted memory.

 I want to know her better
And I Wish, that it could be.
I don't have much to offer,
except this dreamer that is me.