I had dreamed about this summer
a dream that I would finally be free
a dream where I would find my soul
a dream where I would learn to be
Instead my dream fell apart
piercing me like a shard of glass
hurting me like like a painful blow
I could only wait for it to pass
Never did get to see
never did get to dream
never did get to find my heart
nothing was ever what it seemed
Too bad about my so-called dream
where my friend and I would laugh and smile
upon the sand where we would lie
I would give anything for that little while
Under the palms we would relax
letting our minds finally free
under the sun we would watch
seeing what we had never seen
This summer is already over
too bad my dream just passed me by
it was totally fake, completely unreal
it might as well have been a lie
"All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps." Michael Ondaatje
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Summer Lie [Written Summer 2005]
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Waiting

During this uncertain time of life
I've realized how to depend on only one
that one being my own self
figures no one else will get it done
Certain people will forever let me down
waiting for them is like waiting for snow
while I stand out here in bleakest cold
hoping for something entirely too slow
I can't wait that long for change
I'll have to learn to let them go
I'll stand through this darkness alone
until the first stars begin to glow
When I see the brightest stars emerge
I'll make wishes for the people that stayed
those who encouraged me through the darkest hours
and guided me the entire way
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For those that I can truly depend on: Thank you, I am forever indebted to you.
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