The creator is falling, for I failed him too many
The flickering leaves, the whispering voices,
The sky tells me I shouldn't regret.

Prove me it's worth it, I'm running out of time to be  sane
Silly things still makes me cry,
The mirror still shows me what I hate

Accused me for my thoughts
My mind is the prison that holds my smile.
Find me a map to the future
Let the sun bear my guilt,
And  if slip too soon....
Remind me to pay the dreams,
I promise I will; Write a happy poem someday.