Morrow

Through the years
As I have grown
I felt the fiction
Of a life in dreams
Now that my eyes are open
I feel their force
I am weary
Of all this prediction
Hold my hand
As I drift away
Settle down and heed me
As I ponder how I came to be
The solemn one
Who doubts the power
Of flights of fancy
Which they all venerate
To make the tomorrows mine
My eyes are listless
Bored with a world
That has no reason
Yet pushes lies
As my madness cries
All my sorrows lie
Take them in your arms
Pull me away
From these deadly thoughts
Like a dandelion
I am blown by the lies
But when I see your eyes
I know your tomorrow’s mine

© 2005, Mosquitobyte