avoid

Sometimes, more oft of late it seems
my heart gives up the fight and
my sweet thoughts and warm dreams
give way to a clear but colder light.

Yet still I consider that many harsh words
with their warmth do not seem unright
moreover my mind is quit adept at
making what's clearly wrong quite right

If I wonder what really happened
to my dreams and to my soul
I'll answer something quickly
although I really do not know

Then wehn I'm not so weary
I may just answer back
it's not what the future holds
but what the present lacks

for here I am not knowing
who or what I am
and my imagination throws me
a view of just a little man