Goodbye

There's a reason for my teachings even though I can't explain. More than a dream that you are reaching. More than a laugh that shadows all the pain. A special meaning in the thorn of dreams. In the garden where a thought can blind me. I am lost here where it never gleams. Where I found that I scream so blindly. Until I rise up! Fall down! Is this the reason that I can't feel the ground? Am I waiting for my tomorrow or should I say goodbye? Am I walking with a purpose? Because I feel the same and as I wait for my dreams to surface as I wait I'm drowning in the rain. Just when I thought that it was over I lost my grip and I hit the wall. A simple dream that I tripped over. Now I have to wake up to my fall. Until I rise up! Fall down! Is this the reason that I can't feel the ground? Am I waiting for my tomorrow or should I say goodbye?