I thought once
I could grow into any shape
A dream that withered away
Leaving a wound agape

I thought once I was big
That I matter a lot
I'm fine with not mattering
But I don't want my love to rot

The world grew numb
I got lost in its eyes
Under the overcast
Gray, indifferent sky

I learned on myself
I have the scars to prove
No one knows when death will come
Maybe it will soon

Times pass through me
Like thread in a needle
Sand between my fingers
Crushed skull of an eagle

There are no promises
And no easy answers
Will I ever be okay again?