July 24, 2012

"The Dream"

Overused but misused
Soaked towels
Head is on fire
Have missed the train of thought

Something new to despise
But already knew the feeling
What is bad must be left behind
It is in the past
Although it cannot be undone

Only picturing perfect memories
Concrete they have never been
Wondering if the dream
Will ever survive
The loathe inside

Start over when the path is broken
Fearful to go on
But fearless inside
To chase a different kind of life