Chasing Broken Wings Poem by Andrus Cassian

Where's the pencil I placed on my pillow
Where's the script I tucked away
for the way I scribbled it down was all wrong
for the way I wrote the ending seemed so long
Who needs another tale of a happy every after
Who needs another reminder of the feelings of living in a dream
not me...
for life is a collision course with a plane
sitting in a living room singing Saving Jane
feeling like sometimes you're going insane
and your mind turns a flip
a game of 'if and or', 'heads or tails'
is there something more
Yes, but we stop at
'Why does this always happen to me'
like we were once capturing butterflies
for their colors, for admiring how free they seemed to be
to chasing them for envy, breaking their wings
to ease the pain of coveting a person they can't reach
to ease the pain of turning little things into rising earthquakes
everytime they re-read the fateful letter they saved
for it's the only thing they have left....
I know...cause it still eats away
when I have the heart to create magic with paper
it turns to lead for the dread I hold inside
it burns everytime I just keep my words between the lines..