Waiting on a Dream

There must be something else she thought,

Amongst the whispers and the wind.

Straight lived lines and second hand quotes,

A stranger wanting home on more than a whim.

Days traded for a calendar passed,

Memories fading against used skylines.

She didn't want what she was suppose to,

Trying to see more than just a mind’s eye.

Something so much more for then,

and for now and the ever after.

Not just simple anecdotal events,

Used as a shield and by time and cover.

Wishes and lullabies spent on lost causes,

but society is the only one who deems them so.

Hope can change a moment in time they say,

but only applies to rules set in hypocritical stone.

More clocks tick with a little less fear,

as hopelessness now reigns supreme.

She takes solace now in her only escape,

A fantasy world laden with dreams.

There has to be something else she said,

to the cobwebs and ghosts of lives lived passed.

There just has to be so much more to this,

Then bidding time to what isn’t meant to forever last…