Your Nightmares Are Real

I see those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of your heart, as if neither it nor your soul would welcome a beat. I see in your eyes that your brain has built some new walls with you so lonely on the other side. If you'll give me a chance we can take them down brick by brick and start to feel together what it means to be a real friend. I can pull myself to standing, I always can, yet tears come in such generous streams as I long for a hand to reach down. It's good that I can climb hearing only the echo of my feet, I just think that it would transform to something brighter all the faster in the company of friends. But the nightmares...Have only just began.