Bottom Of This Dream

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Bottom Of This Dream

By Ryan Johnston 

Tonight, I walked to the cadence of my mistakes. 

I keep moving
Inside of my heart, is a canyon

The hands that were open, are holding onto nothing

They fall away, to live on the bottom of this dream

What it used to mean, to me

Tonight, I saw a mirror like I have never seen

I keep staring, like I'm looking into this

And my hearts still beating 

To the rhythm of your voice

It used to be the medicine, 

For the sickness I could never see,

But I could feel it killing me

My mind is turning, like a windmill in a hurricane

And, in deconstructing your words, 

I find them piled up on the morning floor

There are so many parts to you

There is a beauty, that lives inside of you

It's in everything that you do

There is a purity that speaks, when you don't 

Hypnotize my veins, inject me with distress

Motionless, are the things that cannot be rebuilt

Tonight, I'll keep walking 

To the cadence of this place

Tonight, I'll lose faith 

In what used to drive me

Ill keep moving through these days

What they used to mean to me

December's cold nights know no end

And the sun is only quicksand