Found this here this morning
carelessly flung
on the living room floor
fallen I fear
from one of our pocket’s
a random lie
left over
but ill begotten

Dreams, swirl around, like leaves in a breeze.
                        Life, is the ones, we seize.

If the colour of the sky changed with the status of human existence, it would be pitch black right now!

I’m tired of collecting the tears
that the sun never dries
I’m resolved to chasing the wind
let the breeze blow my eyes
I’ve decided to fan my fears
and live while I’m alive
breathe as much fire
and burn till I die