The pain I feel now,
Is the pain we all feel
At some point
in our lonely lives.
The peace we all want,
Is what our dreams create
for our minds.
Our false reality.
It twists and turns,
Until we make it
Make it real.
A never-ending cycle.
No matter how hard,
We try.
It never stops.
The possibilities,
Dispersed like the seeds
Of a Dandelion.
As you watch
They disappear,
Before your eyes.
And with them,
Your hope,
For better days,
Is gone.