What now?

Breeze blows as my dreams escape me
Like notes off sheet music
I see the drummer
But I hear no beat
I see the flower blooming
The scent isn’t there

Is there something I’m missing
Patience you’ve made a fool of me again
I’m stumbling over my own feet
Steps which I know are there
Yet they keep tripping me

Just as I brace myself for another cold autumn
Just as I have convinced myself that I might just always be lonely
Just as I watch the door slowly swing shut

My ears have become accustomed to the sound of silence
My hands are okay with being cold
I have accepted that dreams sometimes are just dreams
Life is too hard to live without those hopes

The world seems to stop
All comes to a halt
The wind stops
Drummer freezes
Flower stop blooming
The closing door ceases............

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