Putting you to bed

It was the worst day. Deciding that you were too much. I shot too high. I wanted something real and you, you were just a dream.
When you find your dream, don't pursue it. Let it live as a dream and forget the struggle that will remain. Always a struggle.
I could find you, breathe life into your body. Give you strength and power. But I will let you die. Thrown out with all the rest and go on. No more dreaming. No more life.
Just the struggle that remains.