Lucid Dream

I’m all tremors and windstorms, God knows that I mean well,

but the only thing I can manage to do right

is to need you, and want you, and break down and miss you,

when I’m shaking alone (but still warm) late at night.

I try to stay busy, kaleidoscope daydreams,

you’d be desperate as me, if I had any choice,

but my life’s like a lucid dream that I lost hold of,

I find your hand with my hand

but then, lose my voice.