Dreamland For Dreamers

Sometimes...

Nothing can make it better

Sometimes...

You won't forget

Sometimes, like this time, it's a new you

Less you than the old you

Less young, less bold and passionate

For the old you never truly knew pain

Until this time

Sometimes this is it

and you'll just have to live with the resulting change

perishable dreams

grow gigantic and unstoppable

like a tsunami at sea

by any means 

by any means

please

consume me

but they can’t be

I'm the shores of washed up efforts

washed out pride

and tears are the salty tides

that lick my wounds

i have no place to recoup or hide

 my hands are raw with the scars made by hope

my eyes wide, innocent

still seeks a fix all antidote

but what is my disease?

i no longer wish to be free

i do not want to fly

or float around in some frivolous love decorated dream boat

i want to be grounded by the sincerity of achievable desires

immobile with reassuring certainty

covered with dust moats

 but dreams are strung 

on spider's silk dangling from above

and no war cry

no prayer

no love

can bring back what was woven to be

lost in the eons of eternity