A bright and brilliant mind lived,
Dreamed and hoped and planned;
Then slowly collapsed into itself.
What is life if it is unlived?

The picture of brilliance was lost,
Unimaginable pain and confusion;
Will this life go unlived,
Like an out of focus image – a ghost?

Can we live only in our mind?
Is life unlived….life?
Where do we go when outside our self?
Can we live in rewind?

Then the unlived life returns,
The blur re-focused – a new image;
The mind was not lost to time…
But dreams, and hopes, and yearns!