Given Up

Written by: CARLTON PLATT

I’ve given up the prospects of brick walls
And smoke crawling out of chimneys
Of white snowmen and Christmas trees
I’ve given up hope of these

I’ve given up on Oxford and New York times
Places where people do things with their lives
I’ve given up on seeing the Eiffel Tower
Or travelling on planes to wherever I want to

I’ve given up on the aroma of hot chocolate
And marshmallows roasting on an open fire
I’ve turned my back on silly winters
And frostbite and chocolate for Valentine’s


I’ve changed my mind about chasing dreams 
I only get hurt when I do
So then what’s a dream if it can’t come through? 
It will be a façade to me and a story to you