• Clouds drift by, much like the people around me,

    but unlike the clouds, they choose to drift,

    forgetting the world in there own quest, a goal that they can not reach,

    as I watch them fall, I try to catch them, but they slip through my fingers,

    some never get up again, while others stand and walk past me,

    as if I had not just tried to save them, maybe that is why they do not see me,

    a ghost in a world of dreams and falls, faded to a spirit that can only watch,

    I must have died long ago, so long that I have forgotten that it happened,

    maybe the others weren’t the only ones in a dream, I dreamed of living as they dreamed of living,

    but the only difference is that they will live, and I will continue to fade, surrounded by dreams forgotten and failed…