When Dreams Come Crashing

It feels bad
when dreams come crashing
It feels dead
when you start faking.


Then you start thinking
how did it started
Tel yourself to start inking
Memories that Departed.


You try to convince yourself
Common Man, thats all fair
Start cleaning up that shelf
Which contained things all dear.


Then you stop, and ponder
What if I had another chance
Your mind starts to wonder
Your feet heavy, your eyes dance.


But then, what you can do?
Go back to being what you were,
Try breaking this spell of Voodo
For its your life, your future.