I stack up my Jenga blocks,
As if I am trying to pull out my negativity
and pile it up higher to build a happiness tower
Piece by piece, with much care and patience
However, on the 998th level
A shaky heart has made Jenga tumbled down to the bottom.

Dream, is
Where the dead
Could be alive,
Where the future
Could be present,
And where you
Could be mine.