Floating Dreams
My life's in tremors of mass destruction.
Now It's time to pick up the pieces. Putting it back together like a
shattered vase. Now to find the crazy glue. Slowly trembling as I
place the pieces. Which never seem to fit. Every piece a little closer
to the final product. I don't wish to see, or maybe there is more to
see and hear. Broken the heart that bled with tears of broken float-
ing dreams.
