went to an auction where there were many items that were unopened so i was wondering why what had happened but once home i scanned my garage seeing unfinished projects those unfulfilled dreams and quickly i understood dreamers never stop dreaming
when all your dreams have vanished in the night how will you wake from the deep sleep of your despair will you offer up a prayer as morning doves warn you of the coming of the new day or will you merely melt into edges of your fears never to rise again
sitting unheard
in
the shadows
of
life
are
the old dreamers
dreamers
who had
such
wonderful plans
as they
set out
on
life’s journey
only
to end up
barely visible
in
the shadows
of
existence
with
their dreams
scattered
like
litter
around
their useless feet
useless
since
they have no time
left
to travel
the promise
of
death
anchors them
to
retirement home hallways
or
their
artificially
cheerful cells
decorated
with
life fragments
a time
when
they weren’t
in
this purgatory
this
transitional place
that
offers
drive-by-visitors
family members
who’ve
forgotten
that
beinghood
is more than
safety
it’s a warm embrace
and
seeing daily
the faces
of
those you love
but
convenience
becomes
the watch word
and so
souls become
forgotten
not even dawn yet and there they go again those conversations between the two of us that won’t ever happen the ones where i get to tell my side of the story oh that’s not the fantasy the real unbelievable bit is that you actually listened in the dream
Read Between the Minds 