Some days,
my words are tired
and my dreams are faded
into the bleak harshness
that is reality.
It's as if
I have been eaten up
and swallowed
by a thick rain cloud
that is too stubborn
and determined
to let me go.
I dream while I am awake now,
and chase every possibility
down into the valleys of the street.
I walk without purpose,
without destination,
without comfort,
for I know not where I am headed.
And some days,
I'll come across you
while I am on my way
and the smile that is graced
upon your lips
and how your head is held
oh so high,
kills me.
I am so tired
of not knowing
where to go.
