In Quiet Moments

In quiet moments we lose ourselves
sometimes to thought, sometimes to dream
Maybe this time
I’ll dream of something better

In quiet moments sometimes we change
the way we are, the way we think
Whether or not
I’ll push on any further

In quiet moments we seem to fall
through the miasma of yesterday
A phantasm
haunts my daunted soul

In quiet moments they speak
and sometimes in our heads we listen
The weight of words
drumming relentlessly againstĀ our hearts

You’ll never amount to something good
You’ll never amount to something good

Maybe then
I’ll amount to something greater

(In quiet moments our tears run dry
and out the window we look outside
The evening sky
has never felt so beautiful)