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Dreams

I had dreams and I had so many memories

and more and more I see less and less of them

it is a corruption of what I had planned with you

its the frayed edges of belief that I can never hem


She says she can’t breathe and I am holding too tight

I could lose everything I once had and everything I ever had

she could fade while I wish away all that I could ever want

when did I wake up and find myself such a happy cynic man


I feel weary and nervous waiting for my time to come

like I’ve always accepted the dreams of all the others

grow up, marry, have children, grow old together

but what is this persistence that we even bother


I would end it now if I knew where to go from here

but where would I go to appear be a new person

there is nothing left in these dreams here for me

how do words promises and dreams get undone






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