Friday

Footfalls Approaching

I always give up on my dreams in the morning,
it's sad to say, but it's true.
All night I race endlessly,
my fingertips crashing against keys,
my mind lashing out at me, pushing me
to make it.
But then I feel the footfalls approaching,
the sound tomorrow makes is eerie
and leaves me raw.
I forget about the struggle,
I forgive the shortcomings,
I tell myself it was only a dream.