Lost Dreams, Limp Watches, Mad Hatters
Lost dreams, sad songs and pain
There’s always payback
And it’s usually not pretty
One person hears
a dissonant chord
another hears a melodic ditty
It’s about trust…
And total devotion
Of cold water’s metallic taste
Utterly futility…the rushing about
The more you chase time
The more time you waste
Killing time
Until time
Kills you
You’re lost or merely mislaid
With nothing left
To hold onto
Make the wind stop blowing
Enough is not too much, my sweet
You’ll always have my word
I yearn to fly
To clouds that bleed
To fly away… like a bird
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2012
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