I Used to Dream, Now I Just Sleep

Our throats were begging for second chances
as screams became whispers became Autumns vengeance on the blooming trees.
Leaves conspiring with the earth to create a subtle
but still devastatingly spectacular stain of mud puddles,
on the concrete roads leading you and I home.
Like clay in the hands of a potter,
the nothingness of dirt and water mixed with the soul idea of creating utilitarian means for the sake of purpose,
not beauty.
Clinging onto what can still be beneficial when the artifical cosmetics of the juncture that now resonates as a drunk man's fairy tale,
and a poor man's lover,
slowly turned to the flutter in the head of another,
and the curds that comes with loving someone else's daughter.
The winter left widowed by the prospect of a better tomorrow.
I hoped this season would not become another season of sorrow.
But the littered roads bringing life to my bones
the highways that created a means for you and I to be connected
were now just metaphors written about with lack of poetic form,
no longer reality.
My hands are stained with regret.
So many misplaced moments where I let my heart lead my head
and my spirit silenced within any real realm of action.
Friends and family prescribing antidotes called anecdotes,
sharing passionate stories of times they had a lapse of judgement
ending with that age-old statement: "You're not alone".
And for a while it was hard for me to believe it,
but love found me, and it will find you.
I used to dream but now I just sleep, with this love I found embedded in me.
I don't wanna fall asleep and dream and pretend those fanatsies are reality.
I wanna wake up and speak, and live the life my creator gave me.