i wrote this for a friend who could have been something more. perhaps if circumstanced were different, or we had not been so alike. i wish i could say we're still friends, but he decided that it would have been best not to be. i still don't believe that but...well. maybe in the future, i'll realize he was right.



let me be


i want to be

the green grass beneath your feet
when you're running under the sun

i want to be

the cloud's soft shadow as
you soar in your red skies

i want to be

the yellowed paper that your
straining tears fall on

i want to be

the blue dream you can never
remember of when you wake

i want to be

noneofthethingsyouhavenoticedbefore

that

couldwouldshouldbeallthatyou'veneeded

let me be.