the weight of dream

 lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream

into the noon the sum of all our fears

not caring much about the weight of dream

 

on every several head until the beam

of milky light reveals the open tears

lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream

 

not only terrified but eyes agleam

with anger so this long hard tale of years

not caring much about the weight of dream

 

has caught each up in both the milk and cream

and blended in the message of our cares

lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream

 

all of our secrets in one clouded stream

while all around we feel the touch of stares

not caring much about the weight of dream

 

in middle day when the truth reigns supreme

denying mercy in the moveless airs

lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream

not caring much about the weight of dream