My hair cries
Bountiful like salty waterfalls
With dark strands of incoherent fears.
My voice lies
Charred like a forgotten roast
With copious amounts of mediocrity
My heart flies
Blown away like crescent sand dunes
With the parchedness of old dreams
I just feel a little sad tonight
The fires have died and there are things
We haven't crossed out from our to-do list.