With every day the future fades,
Eventually it disappears,
The splitting crossroads of life's ways,
Now all lead through my deepest fears,

One day I thought I had it all,
The world looked like a food buffet,
And with whatever I could roll,
And there was always the next day,

Now fingers on my hands can count,
The moments I have here to spend,
Before I will be laying found,
no breath, still heart, and pronounced dead

What would you do,
If your heart,
Was made,
Of tinfoil.

Would you try to,
Flatten it,
Each time,
It's balled up?

Bring it back to,
It's old state,
Shiny,
Unblemished?

Or would you let,
It keep all,
The spikes,
Crevices.

It feels like it has always felt,
The wind I breathed, the soil I smelled,
The big white whales, soaring above,
The small black leech, sucking out love,
The cat, the plants, the ghosts, the hurt,
It feels like it has always felt.

Chunks of my heart,
fell long ago,
in a torrent,
I've seen them flow,
Never again,
I thought I'll see,
I just felt pain,
I ceased to be,
But fishing through,
waters of life,
found them again,
they felt so right.

Some dreams are big -
vast, like the void in outer space,
they want to change the fabric of,
bring each and every part in the right place,
so that it all unfolds,
few, special days

Some dreams are small -
plain, like specks of dust on your floor,
they want to broom away for once,
bring each and every grain out of the door,
so that you can just rest,
and smile some more.