| When life got hard The tune was played louder In the heads of those Lost in dreams. Each barrier demanded A more strenuous launch Of desires and hopes Until a door was pushed open. They swallowed a lot Good dreams, bad dreams Other people’s dreams Trying to salvage some pride. When life got older The baggage got heavier They became deaf to the tune Exhausted from chasing dreams. Opportunity was not A door to open But a choice to separate Good dreams from bad ones. Life became nothing but patches Scattered around like emotional collections Of many distant memories. What purpose of living Is there left For those of us Unable to recollect? |  © Jeta B Photography |
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