Something Vague

Now and again it seems worse than it is,

but mostly the view is accurate.

You see your breath in the air

as you climb up the stairs

to that coffin you call your apartment.

And you sink in your chair,

brush the snow from your hair

and drink the cold away.

You're not really sure

what you're doing this for

but you need something to fill up the days.

A few more hours.

There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away.

It's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago

I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived

as a kid with my mom and my brothers.

And then the bridge disappears

and I'm standing on air

with nothing holding me.

And I hang like a star,

fucking glow in the dark,

for all those starving eyes to see,

like the ones we've wished on.

But now I'm confused.

Is this death really you?

Do these dreams have any meaning?

No. No, I think it's more like a ghost

that's been following us both.

Something vague that we're not seeing,

something more like a feeling.