why stop dreaming

When did dreams
become a dream
When did fantasies
become a fantasy
when did hope become bitter
as a dead touch
wanting as selfish
as a crying child
knots grip tight
my heart still beats
tensions cloud my eyes
yet i still see
every step falls as tears shatter
apart the dreams we once held dear
striving to hold what we cannot yet see
praying to what we do not understand
running into darkness
fearless and free
your undreaming mind cannot hold me.

untitled unfinished

Possessing steps of curious direction
strength coercing ready and unsteady
A moment
mine to take
mine to give
mine to savor
or my minds simple dream
emotions don't choose
created unattended
or procured from request
primal disconect
questions unneeded
exiled explanation
for undemanded sensations
internal asphyxiation
looking in antisipation
for a spark of insperation
a perfect word
a genuine action
heartfelt touch
more amazing conversation
and one small step
of further exploration...