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Dream Fisher May 2017
Listen to a million songs telling me what I can be
Listen to a million people telling me what I can't be
Spent my childhood with a suffocated flame
Until I broke those chains, now I can breath
But I can't leave this place until I've lifted every stone
Still afraid of what might turn up
I've been corrupted, pushed until erupted
Blowing up like heavens and hells  collide
Not in real forms, here I welcome you to my mind.

There is no peace in this place, like the one outside it too
In this Mudville, Casey has a home run long overdue.
In a cuckoo's nest, I can't imagine how many flew
I'm continuing to write down my tracks, as always,
For myself. Im hoping they may help you too.

Battling blocks that writers rarely talk about
Falling stagnant with a pen
If I did something outside of this,
Imagine all the hours I could spend
Not riddling my upper rattle
Prattling  on about things most will never read
Listening to a million songs telling me what I can be
Now all I can do is just believe
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
If you spoke of me in terms of atoms,
I'd say I really didn't matter
Not a molecule of me really holds any mass,
And the weight of that thought gravitates
Until my being completely retracts.
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
I spent so long climbing that hillside
Just to see a mountain range
Probably will become something longer later
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
They raise you up just high enough to see that gold
Until you've signed that line and you're already sold
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
Sometimes you find that needle in a haystack
Sometimes you find hay in a needle stack
We're all just trains speeding on tracks,
Looking straight ahead, never thinking about the crash
Screeching  to a halt, with a sore neck from the whiplash.
It's all in the plan, not yours, but the prewritten
As those cards come crashing, sitting up late,
contemplating the best plan to keep the water out,
Plugging ears to keep out the sounds of doubt
Still stuck at a crossroads without ever receiving a map

The fact is, you're in a life stuck in a trap,
Locked behind a desk, making little to give a lot back
They've got you hooked like an addict, digging in scraps,
Not achieving true potential, the mentality of worthless minimal
It's pitiful, the places you could be but aren't,
Rising stars burn out in a fast food smoke
In a way it's a joke, even these words become hidden
Within an invisibility clock, forgotten in a note.
To the point that even a poet who'd never know it
Got discouraged about his rhyme and unwrote it.

I'm running down the fields throwing needles in hay,
But today, the kids don't come out to play
Too busy aspiring not to aspire, lost in the desire
Of lazy days, stuck in a hazy maze,
Lost his metal cap and lost his way
Only educating the past educated, in a past already paved,
The rest enslaved by reality for lack of better analogy
Feeling the weight of an eighty hour minimum week salary
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
My father wished me a happy birthday.
My father wished me a happy birthday.
My father wished me a happy birthday,
And I wonder if we will ever speak outside of that.
Dream Fisher Apr 2017
The wind felt really great today
You don't stop to think about it much
I guess your world grows, the world falls out of touch.
I made my choice, to release myself
Among best friends, sea salt ice cream still melts
I don't regret it, not even one or three hundred days,
This is our roof top, not a better place to fade.

It really was just the three of us,
I guess before me, it was just two
Among thirteen, who knew, I'd look just like him
And he looks just a little like you.
We can meet again someday,
In Twilight, just like now, just like then
On off hours, letting light and darkness in.

I am a nobody, you are a nobody too
Still, we make the heartless whole,
Sitting on this ledge with no souls
I can bring that boy back again.
I'm a a nobody but I'm part of something more
Remember me? I'm just some memories
Created to restore.
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