Lost

They're playing with my heart

Like a puppet on a string

Hopeless dreams take flight

On hopeless broken wings

 

There are things in this world

That could break us

Scar us

Mar us


Yet still the wings of dreaming carry us onward and away

Why must they torment us so?

With their lofty thoughts and hopeless wishes

Wishes that are soon destroyed by harsh reality knocking at the door

 

They crumble in the wake of its cold breath

Until nothing is left but the iron vise

Of death

 

There are things in this world

That could make us

Beautiful

Wonderful

 

But are they worth holding onto if they will only be destroyed in the end?

Hold fast to this life

For soon it will

                             be

                                     lost.

The End

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