Niave

He sits alone and watches the dark cold sky

Wishing on stars that are shooting and whistling by

A heart that has become stronger to hold

heavy in weight , a mirror in place a wonderer,alone.

Starring at reflections that sit in the past

Screaming words that cut like a lash

Afraid to say whats boiling inside a driven

The future is seen in the dreams of signs

Stepping in between lonely and hopeless souls.

Forever falling in an endless hole.