Monday, October 6, 2008

Death of a dream



A dream died a silent death this afternoon

It was meant to happen.
Life was going too fast, too smooth
something had to break the momentum 
of happiness and contentment

Or was it inertia?
Was it complacency?
Was I content basking in today?
So satisfied that I did not think of tomorrow?

A dream died
And took with it
a chunk of me;
my optimism and faith
my vision of the future 
my hopes for tomorrow

A dream is dead
forever.


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