Dreams

A string of words, leading to a thought

A change of heart, of wisdom; a leap

A faith of printed symbols not to be forgot

Words now seem utterly nefarious.

Or perhaps it is not it that has forsaken

Might I be the one who has forsaken reason?

Years have passed, but the last few moments have hit

What is the definition of a dream?

The word seems harder to define now.

Should I dare think of Peter pan and fairies?

Oceans not polluted and sand saturated with magic.

The idea seems so different now, or perhaps…

Am I no longer a child that smiles at simple beauty?

Future seems like a blank thought

A jumble of letters with no substance

What future did I dream about as a youngling?

Did I smile slipping into an exciting adventure?

A life long lived full of happiness and success.

Fool, I could have thought with a laugh

But in fact I am the one who is cowering in defeat

I could say that I am sorry, and I am

However the effort seems lost among shadows

How can I choose a different path when I’m cowering?

Lost in a cage welded shut by forces I can’t control.

Am I giving up when I see no options; a dream….

A destiny, an ambition…perseverance—a lovely slumber

They are no longer held with freewill—they are bought

So these words strung along, an effort to no avail

A pointless endeavor in a wicked world

Life is a game of chance and luck

Hard work and trust sleeping near death in the backseat

Lessons are learned throughout a lifetime of thought and reflection

The only thing these words accomplish is a sense of understanding

But at least I can say in my years that I went down swinging.