Flailing hands, wordless cries Struggling to awaken, knowing It is only a dream you are dreaming.
Desperately pressing the brake Hurtling towards the abyss, hoping There will be someone to smile and make it good.
Remembering the struggles and victories The whoops of joy, and the speeches That you knew all along were phony.
Feeling sorry, and stupid and helpless, At the understandings that mock you Knowing it is useless to talk of them now.
Blankly looking at the children Not knowing how to share the love That they will feel only much later.
Glancing around, trying to embrace it all Not to find love, or understanding – But with the hope that memories live forever. ***