does a cloud make you float,

or a drain make you dream.

when you're stuck in a rut,

what fake fables keep you up.

in a minute, you're scared,

suddenly you aren't there.

i'm sorry for alot of things.

no matter madness makes,

embodied, impossibly fake.

an eye without an arrow,

fearing fame and some likes.

I miss my friends with their smiles,

and a handful of time.

i wish they could hear,

and i wish they were here.

amen.