I Am Tired of Wishing Things Were Different

Different

Will it always be confined to the sweet stuff of dreams?
This ache in my bones to believe in make believe?
Maybe one day, I’ll wake up full of love
Maybe one day, I’ll believe that I’m good



The hamster wheel churns
Through my arthritic bones
Nobody learns
And No one finds home



Were you sold the same fairytale as me?
Did you believe once upon a time, happily ever after you’d be?
Maybe one day, I’ll be free from rancid disease
Maybe one day, my stone heart will unfreeze


The mill machine grinds
Turning dreams into ash
Nobody minds
And Nothing can last


What if I ceased doing the things I always did?
Would life whisper of something different to give?
Maybe today, I will promise to try
Until maybe tomorrow, I'll watch my dreams die


The incinerator burns
As it does what it must
Ashes into ashes
Dust, always dust