this is not a poem

I played the game
just about as long as I could
I take a deep breath
drop hope as you would
Are you ready for this open night? Realize.
Sunsets, streetlights, and sun glazed eyes.

And it sits against the wall
waiting in anticipation
This is not the day for this
I know
and it won't ever be.

Do you believe in your bed?
or would it leave you too sad?
Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and
pain, and shame, and everything I guess..
All aside
Do you believe you're down?
That you're too old?

So,Give everything away that matters
and everything that makes you sad.
Wake up.

Small words
We're too high
Misshaped sound waves
Too low
I could steal
Yes
I could steal the things I need
If it get's me there, then it gets me there
and that's that