Unfinished
Listening to the beats of my heart
Wasting each day as it passes me by
Wishing for freedom from this dark
Dreams are caught by the catcher overhead
On they float upwards into circles above the bed
Melted in the sunlight the bad ones take flight
The good ones tell stories which encourage me to fight
Onward and upward as my world begins to spin
Coming suddenly to realise just how bad it's been
SH December 2005

