Once with a dream sailing off into daybreak
Probed to excitement by bold
wistfulness,
Prodding the notion that
nothing else mattered,
Dancing on razor’s edge. No
second guess.
No fear of falling. No vain
malcontent.
Challenging challengers.
Beckoning more
With youthful exuberance, sad
inexperience
Setting the stage for the
heartbreak in store.
Out on the treadmill the
dream becomes whitewashed,
Stripped of its colors,
robbed of its gold.
Traded and peddled in markets
of plenty.
Altered by robbers; finally
sold.
Who are these heartless
merchants of cunning
Selling off souls for a
guilder or less?
Killing off dreams like
assassins for hire.
Bloodless desires that never
confess.
Waiting for rescue will not
lift these shackles.
Cut off an arm if it helps to
go free.
Back to the marketplace, into
the fray.
Banner a dream for the whole
world to see.
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