Oct 2015
Dare to Dream awake
And a fleeting spec of dust falls in your eyes
You wonder with eyes wide open
Is this me?
You stand by the sycamore trees
Palms wide open scanning the branches
Opening your eyes to its length
A little to long you think, to long to want to climb
As time passes by you don't pass by their trail
Its to painful to know where they are, but ask yourself, will they please dream a little dream of me
And a fleeting spec of dust falls in your eyes
You wonder with eyes wide open
Is this me?
You stand by the sycamore trees
Palms wide open scanning the branches
Opening your eyes to its length
A little to long you think, to long to want to climb
As time passes by you don't pass by their trail
Its to painful to know where they are, but ask yourself, will they please dream a little dream of me
A little reminder to myself that, when I attach to people, I'm more attached to people who I can't see as often. Recently someone left my life and I wish I did something differently so they could be back in my life.
