A Tired Dream

A Poem by Melody

Please read. Thank you. :)

You awoke me when you closed your eyes.
You play me like a cassette tape.
You turn me off like a boy's saved video game.
I am young, and I am now a baby.
I see the world with light like a shiny new camera lens.

I feel like I'm getting used to this.
Same job for some fifteen odd years.
I keep thinking I might quit, but I probably won't.
We are so slowly aging, seeing things that we can't erase.
I am slowly dulling, like a rusty knife, waiting to crumble at your feet.

I can't wait until you start believing.
Tell him how you feel and start seeing better things.
I've got twenty more odd years until my greasy retirement.
Time is slowing down, and this image is getting to the both of us.
I am more bored than before, like a baby with colors but no wall.

We are just about ready to fade, to let the ashes run away.
You've been married for thirty years,
And I've stayed by your side since you saw your first light.
I've got wrinkles and scars, and you've got this last breath.
I think it is about time that I tell you, that I am a tired dream.