Gone the dreams

Gone the dreams of flying
of winning fights of girls in dresses
Now it’s down to things not got
of lowered ceilings, chasing smoke
To wake from seeking into time
that’s running out with every tick
Tick you win, tick you lose, tick who tells me what to do

Follow the senses

I followed the senses to see where I went
I following the colors, the shapes and the scent
I never took with me the things I would find
Wherever I am I left worry behind