I wrote a poem You'll get to hear it in the end Because it gives to put your soul into print Before reality tags along And casually Snaps it's wings of Hold your head in the sky With the firm belief That you're not gonna fall But it always finds a way To take you down To a place for us all Right next to each other And there the streets are all As clear as your thoughts Petty and self centered But streamlined As they should be And even now with eyes begging "Get me out of here" You insist this just what you wanted You still look to the sky but with Longing, pride and nothing else And as it whispers to about the little things The realization enfolds you Everything you did ever Really love You abandoned Long ago But at least you've been given Someone, someone To die next to