Are you really wasting time,
If you wander?

Are you really making memories,
Behind a desk?

Are you really doing nothing,
When you're laughing and thinking?

Are you really living,
When you work the 9 to 5?

Hollowed out ghosts linger on my tongue
And tickle my mind
Scratching at the back of my teeth
But never leave my lips.

Faded places writher in my eyes,
And seep into my thoughts.
Trickling down my hands
But never escape my fingertips.

I fell into a world
Where glass slippers
And shiny chariots existed
I danced on floors of marble
And crystals shown in chandeliers.

I spent awhile living in this dream
But glass shatters
And chariots became fuel guzzling cars
My feet grew sore on marble floors
And the crystals grew dull with dust.

I see the world around me
Progressing like the plague
I see the people smiling
Like its all okay.

I'm trying for tomorrow
But drowning in today
Caught by the undercurrent
Of yesterday.

"You're on the incline"
He said as I looked down into the abyss
He held my hand and stroked my face and told me that he cares
"I'll help you, we'll help each other"
He told me as I sunk into his arms.

Annoyance scratches at the back of my brain
All the things you say the way that they sound
Is disgusting
And beautiful
And I hate it.
The planned patience of every single word
Sounds pretentious and assuming.
I can't stand it.
I can't stand you.

Railroad tracks all down her wrists
Some raised so high she still trips a little
When she sees them.

Ghosts of past bruises haunt her skin
Some so raw she still flinches a little
When she thinks about them.

And the people stare as she shudders
She's faces the coldness of her past
With the brightness of the future.

And the bruises have faded
And the railroad tracks will
And she will smile.