Shattered in a thousand pieces,
Scattered on the basement floor
Just waiting to be swept away.
A thing of beauty in its day,
Filled with hope and aspiration, Forward seeking, always searching
For that temple in the sky,
Looking for an alibi
To hide the fear of taking chances, Falling victim to the winds of change
The fates are bound to bring.
Still the sirens softly sing
Their subtle songs of dreams fulfilled, Beckoning to press their will,
Rekindling the fire within,
To pick up pieces and begin
With hope reborn to start anew, New decisions, new directions,
New crystal ball to gaze into.
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1 comment:
I can relate to this - I love it! :)
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