Dreams on my mind wasted on you,
Nothing to hide, I see it through.
Meds are my shelter from drops of pain,
All that I’ve felt may come again.
Nothing to lose in this cold world,
Frail path I choose, heart’s getting old.
Smile never cries, cry never smiles,
My mind denies that part of me dies.
Maybe someday freedom I’ll find,
I’ll come to stay here in my mind.
My fragile self peaceful and calm,
Dreams on the shelf will lose their charm.
08.2013