Bad shit I write at 3am
Tell me what you know about dreams.
Tell me what you know of being alone.
You let people in on a flake of your life.
Savour it. It will not come often.
So tell me,
What do you know of being alone?
Nothing.
People surround the boundaries you set,
Stepping as far as each is designated.
Yet I surround you, hoping to get my fill.
Forget me please.
I know much of dreams,
I know much of being alone.
Leave me hungry, do not let me close.
I have already fought the trials of tomorrow.











