I borrowed dreams
and passed them off
as my own

I never really lived
in this body
each piece claimed

I sat today
and was honest for once

where to now?



I have a scarred heart
wrinkled paths
no flow is rich
but I still can pass
I rather not sometimes
I rather slip
and die



let me tell you
about those borrowed dreams
they lay wasted
crumpled away
in a corner of my soul
the fumes as they rot
have filled my eyes
I can’t even come up
with a dream I can call mine

I only see the sky
if I fall
will it catch me?


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