Not finished.

This hopeful wisp of common sense
Has often lead me to your arms
And has blinded my wishful attempts
To be where the stars are

When sleepless nights, and eyes shut wide
and pain beyond compare
Could find a way, between our lives
And bring forth such despair

There was once a day, when I knew me
And control came naturally
When thoughts like this, and attempts lacked that,
Were nothing more but bad dreams