Aren't we all dreamers
With minds afloat
And souls abandoned
in moors of hope
to reincarnate our
dead smiles,
in the form of glittery eyes.

Aren't we all dreamers,
denying fantasies brought to life
by our own wounded hearts?

With stretched out hands,
seeking help that'll never arrive.
Spiralling like specks of dust
amidst the glory of a dawned sun,
until we lose ourselves
in the abysmal depths of our own selves.