Can you tell me why I break?
Why the fog finds me on the brightest days?
Am I so wrong,
Asking too much of a fractured world?

One life.
Can’t waste it.
Too many dreams.
Chase them all.

Afraid to run,
To chase and be free.

Be still.
The dark cannot find you here.

Listen to the wind,
Secret keeper of the world.

Why do I break?

Ask the wind,
Ask it’s wisdom.

It whispers,
Too quiet to hear.
Can my soul listen?
Can my heart understand?

Be still.

To the

And dream.


All rights to the music belong to Hiatus. The poem is my own.
Done for Zero to Hero Day 6 a day late.