Dreams

Muddled in thoughts

Unsure of moments that drift

Dreaming of places beyond one's reach

Please release me into the sweet glaring stars

Oh dreams, they pass me

I watch as they flutter about

whispering stories unto my ears

Soaring effortlessly into the gloomy sky

In hopes my mind would shift gears

But years, they drown me

As I drench in self-pity

Fantasizing is all that is left

I am the grey cement that hides in silence

beneath the solid cracked concrete