"Sometimes I sit
By the front door waiting
Hope slowly abandoning
Abandoned with my faith
A faith in all things sacred
Sometimes I don't care
I don't care about anything
I dont care about my health
Or who will miss me when I'm gone
Sometimes my dreams vanish
And sometimes I'm glad they did
Sometimes I dream of death
Sometimes I wish it dreamt of me
Sometimes I sit by the front door
And watch life slip away
Dreams die with dreamers
Dreamers dream of dying
Dying dreams inevitable
As are dying dreamers
I'm dying to dream again"
9.9.09
