You cant always travel the leavy paths that
we've destined for you you must cross over
the sharp rocks that cut and blister your
bare feet they may have seemed like
friends but years and dreams can be
deceiving i sobbed dry tears until i
could no longer breathe no longer having
the strength to sleep i dream on my feet
until candles dont burn my fingertips
eyes turn waxen like plastic petals that adorn
headstones in ancient cemetaries looking
but always afraid to touch my lungs are
force fed air my heart beats a
little longer...