I Am a Dream

I am a Dream that learned that it was human
That I ache, get sick and bleed
And I have to struggle to survive in this place
But it cannot give me what I need
I want to return to the land of Dreaming
Full of hope and color and creative light
I feel the distant echo in my keening
Or when I hold myself together at night
I get lost sometimes in crowds and quiet
The concrete sea of humanity in which I roam
In dull blinking lights we tick by life
I'm in this place, but it's not my home
I return in slumber to familiar floating
From place to place, adventure to adventure
And with screaming day I lay here clinging
With tear streaked face that I can't sleep forever

Little Scars

The tattered tales of the endless broken

So proud of our scars

From wounds we didn't earn

Our empty facade, lamenting our torments

Rattle the cage and peer through the bars

Not seeing the lessons we still haven't learned

Those who wail the loudest

Are those who have never felt pain

A scrape feels like death to a child

To the veteran deep wounds happen time and again

Those who wail the loudest

Often have the least to say

But when the silent share their whispers

The realization my change your way

So bask in youth at the altar of self

Aggrandize and bleed

Pain no one can know

Then stand and wipe the dust from the shelf

The day you no longer need

The pomp and the show