Monday, May 10

Found Writings: Untitled

(found this on a piece of paper in my old desk)

I was
Holding onto a dream
When I was
Gut-punched by reality
And out of my hands, I watched it fly
And I wondered
What would become of me...

My body, still reeling from the blow,
Flew through the thinning air around me
But I hit the ground with my mind still intact
And I land at your feet

What are you going to do about it?
Can you care about me?
Can you live without me?
I have to wait and see
It's not up to me

You are my new reality
Can you
Will you
Care for me?

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