Not That You Care
I am looking for something real
Not that you care.
Something tangible; something I can hold in the palm of my hand;
Like a box of promises filled to the brim with hope and expectation;
Or, in some respects, a sack of dreams --misty and surreal dreams;
Like the dreams that come to you in the early morning hours when it is almost time to rise;
These dreams seem so real
Not that you care.
I want to feel whole again; I want to experience life again;
I want to reach out and touch reality; I want to be me again;
Not that you care.
All I ask is for you to care once more; to believe that things can change;
Like the seasons change
Fall to winter
Winter to spring
Spring to summer
Summer to fall
An endless cycle of hope; knowing what to expect yet filled with expectation;
like the box that I want to hold in my hand.
Not that you care.
My world is broken. It has been shattered by reality.
A harsh reality that only I can bear to witness.
I want to fix so many things, but I feel helpless.
Not that you care.