A Story Still Being Written Poem by zac thinker

 Some things spoken,
Some things read,  
Always running through your head,
Didnt know why,
Still dont know how,
Everything had came  around

Your heads so foggy Its not quite sound,
You feets right up off the ground,
All so great but youve lost your mind,
You dont want reality now

Lie awake and watch the stars,
Listen to a lost a brain, cause even that can tell you how,
Anything thats worth to reach is far from where you are now.

So warm to touch, the sweetest sound,
We could see with our eyes closed, and our heads held down,
The little piece of reality i always found,
Didnt hurt just made me proud.

Cold hands always look for something to hold,
No one ever knew, i was never told,
Just how far 'just one try' could ever go,
Dont look at him now hes having trouble letting go,

Sleep isnt worth it, it never was,
I could dream while being awake,
And the bright lights always hurt to much to stay in this place,
Everyone gets tired of what comes and goes,
Like those secrets no one knows,
Not that they ever mattered much,
Some stories would just make everyone think to much.

Dont look now, your almost down,
Dont stress so much being almost you now,
Eventualy we'll know what to do,
Cause everyone knows where to go,
Its not the path that takes so long,
Its the memories we cross that keeps the journey slow.