The reality of time passing me by
is such a physical presence,
just thinking of it tears at my heart
and causes my soul to cry.
Hopes and dreams held onto with joy
are slowly collecting dust
and my fears are that
they will be hidden away,
like a lonely and forgotten toy.
It does me no good to try to be rational,
logic just flies out the window.
My heart screams for closure,
my soul for release.
Frustration just makes me emotional.
If only I could reach out
and touch what I crave.
Just to take it and hold it inside
but the distance keeps growing,
my arms just won't reach
and I'm tired of being brave
and I'm tired of being strong.
There's no use in holding onto yesterdays dreams,
expectations keep dashing away.
Commitments are false,
time's running out.
I'm dying and love's not what it seems.
