I close my eyes,

but none too wise,

how things came to be

just what you see.

Drifting further away

each and every day.

Why you say?

I wish I knew,

but I haven’t a clue.

My mind is in a whirlwind of emotion

trying to come up with a single notion.

Overtaken with a weakened spirit.

The beating of my heart I do hear it.

I open my eyes

intent on being wise,

desperate to make a change

before the dream totally dies.