Made of mind and dreams

Don't you know
you're still running
but its not that I am glad
I am still alive
not that I am sad
but maybe i'm just me
and I do fake quite well
and two dimes a smile i'd sell


Maybe you forgot
days fade away
times just around
he may stay
but never sure
rather its a new disease
or a cure
maybe seasons change
or maybe its the weather
and I couldn't save
every raindrop



You cannot buy time
because its currency
for you for me
worried eyes wasting youth
winter molds with stale
because we don't move
just woke up
half past noon till dusk I wrote
in dreams of you distilled
in a salty bath of past
on my open-wounded hands
left hung out to dry



She stepped out and returned
kings and queens cave in easy
but its like a drop of wine
maybe I am treasure
or maybe just side-walk trash
maybe I am in your dreams
or maybe nightmares
exchanged in agonizing; "I don't cares"
Maybe I am a pillow
maybe a razorblade
just a step away
maybe its hidden in dreams
or tucked in something I believe



Empty but you wouldn't understand
filled with something else
but you wouldn't understand
and its fine
because I know not everyone is lit
and sometimes sparks fade away
some are satisfied in decay
and forget about the days
we'd go out side and play



Sweep me up
assure me I fail
couldn't even find my mark
or tell you were to start
maybe its dreamers disease
or exhausted attempts at ease
the very state of mind
where I start to feel
in front of you
ten fingers clenched
knowing its all flooding
because of that smell
and the cats decay
because I remember when
I made memories
I remember when I was glad
I couldn't remember