The Sound Of My Beating Heart

The Sound Of My Beating Heart
by Paul McCann

I was chasing a dream
somewhere between
before the day
and night would start ,

As people passed by
like birds in the sky
to the sound
of my beating heart .

Someone came to enquire
as the flames of a fire
drove the darkness
out of sight .

With no room to rent
moments were spent
in a caravan lost in the night .

From the dusk and the dawn
twilight moved on
to the sound
of my beating heart .

No one really cared
about visions I’d shared
of dreams
before they would start .

Hidden from reality
another fatality of life
between , the night and the day
with a high price to pay
for trying to catch a dream .

No one can steal
the things that I feel
or take my dreams
and tear them apart .

As every night would end
the day would start
to the sound
of my beating heart.

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