Distant dreams

Distant dreams.
Starry eyed.
I wonder where I actually am.
Thinking of
Places I left behind
Of people from the distant past.
Time is a devil for sure
It snatches away the things you love;
But then,
Time is an angel too,
It gives you a new reason to live for.
Our existence remains a synonym of struggle;
We change.
Time changes us.
Our dreams.
It changes the reason we live for; fight for.
But still,
Sometimes I think of
Places I left behind
Of people from the distant past.
Of Distant dreams.
Starry eyed.