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I had a dream;
I watched it die
From a thousand miles
Beneath the sky,
Where the winds are cruel
And the shadows shift,
And I'm left alone
In a boat adrift
In an endless storm
Of tossing waves
From the thoughts I think
And the words they say.
It's too late now,
Too late to run,
Too late to go back
And change what I've done,
So this is the end,
The end of this story,
Absent of success
And fantasized glory.
I die like a mist
In a raging sea,
And too few will miss
Or remember me,
And those that recall
Will see but the dream,
The hopeless ambition
I thought I'd achieve.
In all of my flaws
And naivety,
I jumped like a bird
From a nest, with clipped wings,
And I fell like a stone
To dust on the ground,
Scattered, fragmented,
With a silent sound,
A scream in my throat
That died on the breeze,
Dead like the dream
That slowly killed me.
Curse my ambition;
Curse all my dreams;
Curse all the failures
That soon defined me.
Curse human nature;
Curse human hearts;
Curse the beautiful mind
That tore me apart.
There's a thread in the air
As thin as a wire,
And it ties my lost soul
To all I desire.
The devil is waiting,
A knife in his hand,
Red like the fire
On which I will land
When he clips the string
From which I breathe,
And I fall like death
To insanity
And a hopeless future
Of life and regret,
Void of the energy
I fruitlessly spent
On those empty dreams,
On beautiful lies,
Thinking I had
The power to find
True satisfaction
In society's game,
But fate's always changing,
And people stay the same.
No dream is enough;
The sky is too high;
The stars are too far
For me to survive
The journey to reach them,
To make them all mine,
So I'm left with the dream,
With stars in my eyes
From the daze of a dreamer,
The burn of the fall,
And the impact, it breaks
Me into many small,
Precious, lost pieces
Still warm with life,
But the heartbeat is gone
With the will to survive.
I lived for ambition;
I lived for my dreams;
Remember, people are
Always more than they seem.
I had a dream.
I watched it die.
And from six feet below,
I still reach for the sky.
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Ambitions can be so hard to let go of, even when we feel entirely hopeless. Sometimes, no matter how often or how hard we fall, there are some dreams that we can't help but keep dreaming <3
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