Sunday, March 23, 2014

Dreams

The hero that I tried to be
It wasn't the role for me.
Shattered time and time again
Yet I never got off the train;
As it twisted and it turned
My gut dipped and churned,
Losing a piece of my soul,
It just spun out of control.
And now that we barely talk,
I'm sinking like a frozen rock.
Again I live in my dreams
Because in them it seems
I still have my best friend,
And in them I can pretend
That reality doesn't matter.
It keeps swirling far away
Dragging me in its sway.




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