written 03 March 2017

Dreams are fading

like the smoke

from this incense

lingering just out of sight

they’re still there

when you turn out the light

but the smell fades

and its hard to remember

like senior year

second week of September

when dreams disappeared

in a cloud of smoke

and fear

and year after year

the gears rust

and there are fewer

and fewer

people you trust

theres no boom

or bust

just cobwebs

and dust

and the smell is gone

and no smoke lingers on

and it dawns on you

why you’re feeling blue

see, fear had a coup

and freedom is through

is there nothing

we can