more dreams

Assuming that turmoil has done its best,
I thankfully try to get some rest.
No longer do I hold the endurance to build,
the dreams of tomorrow -
That spot is now filled....
Replaced with an anger
only found in my head...
as simple things conquer
the complications I dread.

I use to dream vivid so when I woke I could tell
the adventures imagined
with every detail...

It would be depressing to speak now any dream.
I have become lost,
 yet a faithfull machine.

I keep my thoughts to myself because I know if I try
the interest is missing and I probably know why.

You have drifted somewhere I can't see..
I would try to come save you but its too hard for me.
I know what is right and it saddens my heart.
I wish you weren't blind.
I wish I could be who you are.

Nothing is better than a real dream
to keep a fire alive...
Its smoldering now and I feel the need,
to let go of this life.

If only I could rewrite time,
every dream would be devine.
Every flame would warm the heart.
Every breath would be a treasure inside.