Tell me your dreams, your fears, your screams
I’ll tell you mine, unchecked, untrimmed
I don’t promise empathy, love nor loss
I guess you seek none of those yet so much more
I listen
I’ll listen with keen eyes and lips sore
To your darkness, your light;
To your madness and the demons you fight
I’ll listen
But I also implore
Why relive our dreams, our fears, our screams?
Why begin to unravel from within?