“This dream is all I have.”

Have you ever felt lost at sea?
Waves crash, lightning strikes.
It feels like everyone is a far distant memory, whilst you try to navigate through a raging storm
The world is arctic, your fingers icy cold, wrists tremble.

When you die, when you die at sea.
You wonder who’s going to remember that girl, with unkempt hair and a messy soul.

What was she doing out late at night? Lost and alone, sprinkling fairy dust on dead broken skeletons of the American dream.

Abraham Lincoln called me.
Or so I thought he did.
It might’ve just been another broken soul
Massacre, massacre of dreams.

They all, shocked and appalled,
Reckoning me.

Reckoning that girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul.
Doe eyes sparkling, her grapefruit pink lips cursed in a smile
Why wouldn’t she be happy?

Let her breathe, let her breathe
She died and she lost her home
She lost the only place that was her home.

Morphine drips, millions cry
What happened to the girl?
What happened to her?

Reflecting on late nights of polo
Pigeon calls
Wipe her tears away
Wipe her bloodshot eyes

No,
It’s too late.