Living on this breezy day.
I am dreaming of a way...
Listing to these questions,
in just a way.
I think...
I might even stay.
As we talk about...
What we forgot about.
Life passes us by.
Elevated to the extint that we're fading fast.
Death's lovely melody.
Tickles my ear.
I'm living with the voices in my head.
And I hate what I hear.
While the kids play.
I'm still depressed.









