Mechanics

It's not much, but if you take it
The world has a chance to smile again.

-What is it?
You say.
It's a broken machine
-What does it do?
It fixes dreams
-Do my dreams need fixing?

I pause,
You pause,

Do your dreams need fixing?
You look towards the sky with blank eyes,
And I know what you're thinking
-Do my dreams need fixing?
You whisper to the sky you cannot see

For a moment you want to take off running,
Then-

-Fix my dreams
You hold out your hand
-Fix my dreams
You cautiously demand.

Through your fingers I slip my own;
A broken machine who found its way home