Overdose…Comatosed…I feel you close, but you’re so very far away.
Surrogate…there’s no escape. I found a gate, but it’s locked so I’m
Here to stay…
Yet every wish I have is granted. Every hand is mine to hold and all
The trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold.
I could buy the planet if I wanted. I’d make it mine…Yes, I’d unfold
A tapestry that I’d recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together.
Our dream.
Dying eyes…You sympathize. I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades
Away…
