What happens to a dream burned out?
Does it flop helpless like a gasping trout?
Does it strike you like an open fist?
Or does it vanish like the morning mist?
–missed, you were missed at her party–
Part, part of me wishes I remembered why
–why don’t you call? We want to know how you’re doing–
Doing, what am I doing, playing at God
–God, you look terrible. Are you ok?–
Ok, one more day, come on, come on.
