We will rest in peace
All who
Like me will take solace
Caring not
What those who speak of us then
Will choose to call us
I do not live for those
Whose lives are lost in those foggy mishaps
Of Lost Dreams
Like little paper boats adrift
Upon slow moving streams
Somehow disappearing from sight
In  just a blip of time
When life pulls down the shades
That separates your vision from your mind
The only tonic is to go catatonic
And freeze yourself in place
And not unfold those dreams you sold
That sailed away  that fragile ship you feel the need to chase
Though deep inside the time altered mind
A vision clogs the stream
A million paper ships crashed upon the shore
So familiar seen before in reality or a dream
And though it galls these constant calls
You seek to pay no heed
To calls that seek to halt the flow
For successful alterations is not always what we need
A hungry soul may just be fine
If just once we see the ship disappear from site
Without succumbing to distractions that pulls down the blind.