dreaming

You labor for your dreams
but your dreams will never labor for you
your dreams despise you
because you are the bane of their existence

words of jane

A dream asked me to depart
with light heart and tender thoughts
lest I look back and freeze like a pillar
burdened with every affection and love
but my coffee's sweet aroma
has forwarded all my treasures
for every sip, purples
every stain, gain
everything, again

I drank some coffee before I spat on your chest
my mouth is foul
but your chest smells like coffee
we should just stand
because the next step is ought to be illogical