Dreams of steam

The clock reads seven forty one

The thoughts have won.

I'm just so done.

They're always there no matter how far I run.

It's eight twenty-four

And im out the door.

I just wanna be more

I sigh as the tears begin to pour.

I used to follow my dreams.

Oh how they gleamed.

But they've all turned to steam

I'm just gonna scream.

The clock strikes twelve.

Everything is dark

It's even in my art.

Theres nothing in my heart.

I look to the moon

Hoping for answers soon.