Over going the real
And taking it away from the reality.
Brushing of the hair,
That gushes from my head and the thoughts that bare.
Me, a person so unique,
Nothing would ever be my match.
Never ending dreams,
Always ending up in recycle.
This life I’m in, no good,
With no value or sprite.
Burning the evidence that I tried,
I need to find a new path that will carry me.
Sleeping through until it’s
My turn to leave seems the better option.
Through the door, slammed closed,
With the happening of today the past,
Already gone to rest.
Awaken me when I’m essential to someone.
