Nothing more...

So this is what I’ve come to be,

Silver thorns and rugged dreams,

You’ve taken more than I can give,

Reason torn to make believe,

The cup of bland bloody tea at a generous morning,

The occasional smoke

Leaves a bad taste in

The distance that separates my dreams,

Little things that never mattered,

Creep up into life,

Where living in the shadows

Was never an option

The choice we have

Is a lie

That needs to grow

Until they read at your last rites,

Searching for that perfect camouflage,

Staring big in your face,

Company and the noise

Only made matters worse,

Sacrificed so much to see,

The difference in between

A soaring kite and a flying bird,

So I wished for a lot of things,

Someone else’s wish came true,

And I was happy,

For there was nothing more to do...