I can't save you,
You know that.
I can't keep shaping Our reality
Around the designs Of tomorrows dreams when we are wearing Yesterdays shoes.

If only the laces didn't take so long
To untie.

Your love of the past Is like
bleeding With the sharks
And soon there will be only one of us.
Just one to complain about
The familiar warmth of this ****** Blanket while the north star
Weaves its beckoning spell
Safely
Outside.