The Breakwall

Already unsteady

built on the cliffs of broken promises

and nights spent wide awake

chasing eachother on the tails of ink and espresso

sometimes I feel like life will tear me to pieces

like my relationships with people are the thrashing green ocean

and my dreams are a glittering seaside town

sometimes I feel like the breakwall between them

the last defense of what I want

and who I want

the people I love crash against me

as unconstant, as human as I am

my dreams are distant

unrealized

but present as ever somehwhere on the horizon

threatened everyday

by those I love

drowning me, breaking me

my own nature already making my will erode

the stress of living

the stress of managing to live

in a world that makes me horribly sad

and devastatingly honest

the last defense already sliding

breaking

failing

in the hurricanes of everyday life