Dreamers Make Bad Decisions

I can't always realize when I'm wrong. I feel alive when the air brushes past. The wind whistling in my ear like a song. Telling me the time is over, the die is cast. No more chances to do what is right. I feel like a weight sinking to the bottom of the ocean, a ghost by the end of tonight. There was no one to even be forgotten. Fast cars race past and scream as the engines give out and the ear splitting sound seems so harsh as it shouts. For me there is no more. I made the choice to wallow and the pain rips my core open and I swallow Back the screams of the regret that threaten to spill from my throat. It's too late and the stage is set. I can't escape Charon's boat. Mistakes are like dreams waking is a safety net we envision because they are what brings us to the ending of our decision.