Hemlocked Heart

Maybe tomorrow I'll start looking for dreams.

I'll live today in forevers and inevitabilities.

Locked into this ever growing incompatibility.

Lost my frail spark to the scorching flames outside me.



Waiting for a change that will never come,

Devoted to the misguided idea of who I was.

Today I'll be practical and pragmatic

Label all my wishes childish fantasies.



Claim my chiseled destiny is monotony. 

Maybe I'll dwell on my corrosive self pity,

Let my lack of substance rot my hollow being.

Languid and leashed I'll refuse to feed my waisting soul.