Die before your dreams,
And I’ll spare you the details
Of a life drown in old tears,
A wagon that left no trails.
You kept comparing all the days,
And passed on what really mattered;
One can’t be loved in truer ways
You did matter for girl I cared.
Like a pilot who’s been grounded,
Shouting to the sky that it is mine
I draw the plans to have me back
Can’t be that long, I hold the line.
Sixteen’s the number if i count right
of lines needed to say nothing.
I might read them again sometimes,
for we both know I missed something.