Solitare

I sift through the pebbles of time
And pick the emerald in your arms
I weave it in your thoughts sublime
And make a solitare for my soul

To My Failures

Is it that I failed a lot?
Or did I want too much?
Is the zero all I got?
Or what I have doesnt count as such?

They said 'emptiness is just the begining'
Each void to fill a goal
But I know what is like to never stop dreaming?'
And never have a dream become whole.

When all you get is a string of failures?
Do you cut your dreams to the scale of winning?
I dont know which is the bigger of fears
To fail a dream or let go of dreaming?

I have a million desires
Some of them never to be fulfilled
But burn me on a thousand pyres
My hopeless yearns would not be stilled.

Did you ever fear losing something
That you lack and would never have?
That void is what gives meaning to my being
The hope I hold on to when it's all I have.