Mistaken Possibilities

Something possibilities
Reformed my loveless dreams
When I stepped down from all it seems
to be gathering into thorns

The morn's young but I could be everyone
At once and last before the break of dawn my past
Sayin' goodbye warm nights!
Hello star glistened falls

Nights are glowing now
But before the waste of time without poured!

Yes I'm suffering from this coma
Where my emotions flicker away

Apparently life makes little sense
so why, bother to refrain from drinking
thinking 'bout the perfect remedy
for a soul that was never meant to be?

But we try and paint a picture dry
without the vulgar reasoning
that seems to dictate how a memory fades
and how we soon forget how one
decision led to a moment of happiness
and
how another places us on a bed
that could be mistakened for a coffin.