“Borrowed Dream”
I walked through the hallways,
Of where memories have been;
Through the highways of the past,
That was slowly dimming.
Pretty soon, dark would cloud over,
From the edge to the center;
Until everything’s gone,
And will eventually be over.
Wishing would be a dream,
And regret will be a scar;
Time will keep going,
As you travel a far…
Choices—before,
Were never your own;
But today—in solitude,
You make it alone.
That would be life
After tomorrow,
When you realize this dream,
Was a dream you borrowed.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2013.
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Blurred Dreams
PoetryMy second poem collection. Mostly about my different outlooks in life. A poem collection about my feelings towards other people.
