There you are,
by the water,
the waves are crashing,
around your thoughts,
from being resonable.
There you were,
hiding in the backseat,
of an old broken van.
waiting up,
for them to change their mind.
A simple dream,
so stupid to believe,
will never happen,
to you now.
A broken bridge,
to carry cross the sea,
of crashing dreams,
of you and me.
