the days i walk sidewalks
with so many who stare
straight ahead
at the ground
or somewhere else,
i seem to wonder more
about those people
who have other cares
and other struggles
and different worries.
these are the people
who walk by that are
could be's
and wannabe's
and has been's,
and i imagine just
what it would be like
if i knew what they could be
what they wanted to be and
if they really had been anything at all.
and sharp images reflect
as those shallow dreams
pass through my mind
in shapes and colors
and names i can't recognize,
i wish i knew who they were
and the thoughts that consume them
so i could understand
and see exactly what they see
and remember who they are.
its difficult to be something to someone
and hope for the same
when your skin feels stretched
and your heart is breakable
and a good friend is so hard to find,
and you find yourself wishing
on those impossible stars
who you ask to come down
out of the darkness up there
and touch your face, your heart.
have you ever wanted something
so badly that is just out of reach
so you feel like falling
and you almost crumble from
the failing strength,
but you really shouldn't want it
because other things are better
more stable in life
more sensible in logic
just more realistic, reasonable.
where does logic play in passion
and the unabiding emotion
that stirs the wind in a storm
motivates the flames of a fire
and gives the rain its purpose,
where does it stand when there
is such great pain or love inside
that keeps you going
motivates your will to live
gives you strength you didn't think you had.
i wish that i could taste that passion
just once i wish that i could be given
that real truthful spirit
that honest devotion
the words that never fail me,
such i could feel in someone
who was different from all others
in just a touch
just an embrace
even in a kiss.
but i can't want or wish or expect
i can't dream too deeply or i'll end up falling
over and again countless times
adding to the number
allowing more of myself to be taken and broken,
how can i trust if honesty is so rare
and those who promise don't really exist
how can i believe if there is no proof
if there is no real someone
if you really are just a dream of mine.
maybe you are...just a dream of mine.