Dreams

Yeah
I have dreams
drowning in an ocean
of responsibility
wave upon wave of burdens
crashing around them
all so fragile,
see how destructive
gravity and water can be

Dreams
You'd think
Being nearly ethereal
they'd float better
But all of mine only seem
to sink after all the battering

Pieces of them wash up
on the shore of my life
like beach glass
little prisms I can hold up and look at
in the sunlight I can see
what the dream was
and remember
but between dusk and dawn
I don't even get the memories.......

I only get cut