does a cloud make you float,
or a drain make you dream.
when you're stuck in a rut,
what fake fables keep you up.
in a minute, you're scared,
suddenly you aren't there.
i'm sorry for alot of things.
no matter madness makes,
embodied, impossibly fake.
an eye without an arrow,
fearing fame and some likes.
I miss my friends with their smiles,
and a handful of time.
i wish they could hear,
and i wish they were here.
amen.