With the sight
out of view,
all the wants I’d been
clinging to,
the needs I missed
the dreams I dropped –
I let them drift –
I decided
I must have them back,
but they’d already
f
a
l
l
e
n
from the neglected cliff.
Reaching farther further
higher
lower
I grasp
only at shadows
and they can’t find me either.
Without darkness
or
light,
black
or
white,
I wait in vain
for help
for fate,
lost forever
in the dulled
bored mind
they left behind.
‘If you can't be what you want
You learn to be the things you're not
If you can't get what you need
You learn to need the things
That stop you dreaming
All the things that stop you dreaming’
– “The Things That Stop You Dreaming,”
Passenger