I'm trying hard
not to die… young,
nor old,
nor anywhere between…
as romantic
or impossible
as that
may seem.
I'm trying hard… to dream
but even harder to
survive.
I only dream to seem alive
while I've
never really died
[I guess I've never really tried…
or, perhaps, I
never really could]
I know I seem to dream a lie…
but it feels
so good.
I guess it's just the benefit of love
as I've
been a bit above…
but most of the time,
I've just been abandoned
far below it.
And it's obvious to most
that my eyes
cannot see;
but unfortunately for them
and fortunately for me…
I've been too blind
to ever know it.
I'm just trying to live a day
that can
bear a little more
than 24 hours…
and a
sunlit shore.
I'm trying to live far away
from burden
and its toll,
for a chance to acquire
something worth a little more…
than just… this soul.
I'm trying hard to reach my goal
of acquiring a dream,
as absurd…
or impossible
as that
may seem.
I'm trying hard to dream,
but a scene is just
a scene.
What is seen
is just
a dream.
As a scene I've only seen…
is that I'm trying hard
not to die… young,
nor old,
nor anywhere between.
