Selfish dreams and selfless deeds

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune - without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

~ Hope by Emily Dickinson

Make The Nightmares Fade by AlexSilent

Time is moving faster,

swirling round my head.

Sometimes it feels like 

it might just - let - go.

And yet the cogs keep turning, 

the seasons swift to change.

Day to night and day again, 

simple - clockwork - lost.

The people struggle to walk, 

against the chilling wind.

Forgetting about the present,

Just past - future - pain.

We're missing all the beauty, every day just fades away.