Sometimes when you can barely crawl Maybe sick or after a fall All distractions are gone with the breeze As you settle down, feel the freeze Chills everywhere from a fading core Need a spark to grow for more Fuel the fire and let it run Hear the silence before the gun Or not this time, maybe sleep is fine Perhaps some dreams of a steeper climb Or so you thought as you close your eyes Before you awake you’re given lies Of a time from so long ago When all was well and still had hope Carrying along as if nothing happened Between then and now the trappings That you thought you escaped but never did All you found were spots that hid That seemed to work out all fine indeed Except for the remnants of lingering dreams Will they ever go away sometimes you ponder What do they mean to stick around longer Maybe a test when not ready to see Still holding onto the fallen leaves Never the same a repetitive drunk Those are the ones I wake up sunk Others are more inspiring I suppose Finding the new and see where it goes Wondering if real or a forgotten past To settle a score or extend the track So many places and people I’ve met Swimming in my brain and stuck in my head Sometimes you control the way it goes Others you sit and go with the flow After thirty days I’ll be a bit stronger Trying to harness the dreams to remember Direct their flow to a different road Waking up my feet will know Will they follow or more of the same Chilled from dreams, a heading is claimed