Changing the Winds
Today I felt like tearing all the old photographs down,
So by the nature of my history I would not be bound.
Today I sat caressing each and every corner of my being,
Never quite believing the turning point I'm seeing.
Today I'm going to lose myself then find myself again,
So I can follow the remote morrow into me again.
Today I decided, after all I'd found,
To pick up my soul again and turn myself around.
Waking After A Dream
I lay in his eyes and try to ignore,
The reality that dream could never be more.
I dream in my sleep, but when I awake,
The longing that I can never forsake.
I'm dowdy and awkward, but that's all the same,
Because he'll never even know my name.
A dream is something that hurts to let go of.
While the cold reality hovers above.
It is all but a bitter laugh,
That we always want what we can never have.