Dream Life

                                           The sun rides higher Every trip The sidewalk shows Icicles drip. A snowstorm comes, And cars are stuck, Though road salt flies From the old town truck. The chickadees Grow plump on seed That Mother pours Where they can feed, And snipping, snipping Scissors run To cut out hearts For everyone.

  Maybe we're both lost Clueless to where we are Clueless to who we are You say life is great But don't look me in the face I'm struggling to understand You used to tell me everything Nervous and afraid You never did this before I thought I knew you I guess we outgrew us Now we're on separate paths Wondering where it all went wrong When it was there all along Stuck on the brave face But it faded in the awake of who are we became We are not lost We are no longer in love Dazed and youthful to the truth