The scent of cigarettes
and burnt out dreams surround me,

and my heart is beating indifferently.

There's a slight breeze,
blowing straight through me,
as if I were a ghost.

I dream of dancing through the field in my mind.
Picking fruit
from the oh so forgiving trees.

Hiding from the sadness that never seems to stop chasing me.

I never knew what life would be,
constintly having your state of mind vandalized,
and emotions shattered.

With each glance,
I don't know who you are,
or who I am.

I would like to think
that we saved
each other,
but I will never truly know.

As the wind carries you toward me
I am reminded that no one can really know anyone else

and once again I find myself tangled
in a web of defeat.