Today,
Did not go well.
Wasn't swell.

Today,
I cried a tear.
No cheer.

Today,
I crossed a few,
Wronged two.

Today,
I wanted to die,
No lie.

And, today,
I sat on the pavement.
Skin and bones.

I dreamed of galaxies, far far away.
Stars, whichever way you sway.

I wished I was thin enough to fly like paper,
Rise like hope.

Pale as snow,
Pure as gold.

Which direction would the breeze take me?
What have I done to make them hate me?


Maybe I'll end up in heaven,
Maybe count to fifty-seven.

I could end up at a lion's feast,
Or where the sun sets east.

I'm tired now,
But ready as ever.

I'll lay on the floor,
Never sever.

The quiet will consume me,
The silence will speak.

I will dream of you,
And oceans blue,
Forget myself,

"Adieu."