Tensed

Time has run out.
No plans, no future, no ideas.
I didn't know anything.
But again, the past is back.
Once, twice, thrice,
it is neverending.
Again and again, it doesn't fade.
Why not?
I cannot comprehend.
It is the same, however, so many has changed.
I would like to dream forever,
to grasp what is in front,
without thinking twice,
without getting judged.
I would like to never let go
until he asks,
until he tires.
I would like to live amongst the stars,
shine over everything,
never be wounded,
never drop a tear.
But I can only wish and hope.
Nothing lasts.
Not friendship, not love, not life.