Dreams in Wind

The wind blew all my reasons why,
why I stay through all that dies,
in hope and love and happiness,
blow through trees of my unrest.

Trees stark white with naked limbs,
bending towards my dreams in wind,
wind that holds the northern shades,
of all my dreams that never fade.

I wish that we could see them leave
my outstretched hands of what I need.
Maybe then you’d shed a tear
and light the fuse to all you fear.

But love just doesn’t seem to care,
to crush the dreams of my despair.
The ones I push with wheelchair spokes,
to landfills of your broken hopes.

So, unlock the heart – the one you own,
and throw my soul a fuckin’ bone,
cuz life is shit on molded bread,
served to make sure pain is fed.

Pain that rules your guarded life,
and enters gray as if it’s light.
Pain that numbs its hungry host,
tainting love from tinseled ghosts.

I wish that we could see it leave,
your outstretched hand of what you need.
Maybe then you’d shed a tear,
and light the fuse to all you fear.

Then bitter wind would crack and fade,
as souls entwine in every shade.
Instead of dreams that blow away,
on scattering winds of my decay.