It is hard..excepting fate

hearing dreams and seeing them

disappear and fade to saturate

falling inward to formore to it

We all must except it..all are not here

most are dead..or disappeared

nothing but a spirit...a dream

my head twirling...and disapating

My eyes stream, hair is soaked

for I wish...for some time it would gather at a smoke

is this real? or is it just another dream?

must it end this way?...or go out with this free...