Just in my mind it seems I try and define these dreams,
it’s just a fine line; the seams that hold me together,
as I am just a patch work sweater that’s been through it’s fair share of the weather,
and as I rip and tare another patch will go there,
hoping that the time that’s made of the twine will hold me together,
as i sew a new patch to make to make me better,
and maybe someday a pair of patchwork pants will come my way, and we’ll sew our patches together