Ficlets

The best lines go unspoken
Just like the best times go forgotten
And just when you know what your dreams are
The hands of the clock fly off the wall
If I had a dollar for every calendar month torn
I’d buy myself the life I want

I say too much, I wear my heart on my sleeve
The world is passing me by
My dreams are growing green with mold
And my aspirations are laughing in my face
I’m selfish and I’m feeling dizzy
But I know that I’m right in the end

I can’t keep straight what I know about all of them
I can’t count on two hands who I wish would disappear
Some people just try so hard
And some people are beginning to look like me