i used to dream of flying,
soaring through the air.
i used to dream of flying,
when i was young,
interested in happier times.
then the dreams used to be of flying,
but then i could no longer speak.
and even after that i began to run,
chased by things i have been avoiding,
running from ideas that could break me.
then within my dreams, i began to fall.
and then i dreamt of death.
i no longer fly,
i am merely wordless, running,
falling.

|m.s.