When I was young,
Everything was possible.
Life seemed endless.
Every day brought new dreams
Which I was sure I could fulfil.
So I walked, cushioned by clouds.
Not knowing and not caring
That beneath my feet lay hard rock
Incapable of seeding those dreams.
When I grew older
Reality mocked my fleeting illusions.
Some dreams shattered.
Some became smoky smudges high in the blue.
The few left behind wanted to fly away too
Like kites tugged by fickle winds.
Desperately, I held on to the strings
Blistering my palms and scrabbling in the dust.
Only traces remained of my early faith.
Rest dwindled to quavering wraith.
When it is time for me to bid farewell
My past rises; a spectral finger points
To a debris of dreams steeped in I, myself, and mine.
Did I never care for anyone but me?
Is that why I dreamt a hollow black fallacy?
My life dappled in shadows tells the truth
My rapacious dreams were stunted in growth.
Yet, hope spells life’s breath
Despite my dreams wrestling death.
Crunching up the rocky path, I wonder
Didn’t a single dream survive my blunder?
Overhead, murky clouds shift
A thin ray shows the way.
A promise; a new dream…
Is it a second chance?
One last selfless act to redeem humanity?
Revoke my soul; repeal my vanity?
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