I hate

when it comes true

when my dream is found, 

my goals reached, 

will I be fulfilled? 

will the future be everything I’d hoped, 

or a letdown

a saddening realization of truth 

The stone wall upon which he sits is crumbling, rough and moss covered, but it is home. 
He stares up at the migrating geese, their honks loud and clear in the crisp air. 

When the world is dark, and the stars are out 

My mind comes alive. 

I drown alone in my thoughts with a smile on my face, 

And let myself get lost, 

Because I know I’ll be found.