Mr. Future

oh, the dreams of a child

they reach the extra mile

mr future, don’t you know

the sorrow fact of never knowing

if anything’s worthwhile

plastic dreams, unsung melodies

they crack and fall, but through it all

i have to, have to smile

falling down…

it’s all so loud

in the melancholy haze of futures

never meant to be

mr future, just let me dream

let me go, and let me sing

my memories, they’re changing me

so much that i’ve forgotten how to breath

the bittersweet past

the unsafe present

mr future, don’t you know

that you’re all i have left now?

mr future, are the dreams that i see

are they foolish or are they distant

warm realities?