All my dreams are dust.
My desires:empty.
My fantasies, hollow.
One horizon after another,
And it dawns on me,
That nothing is absolute.
No dream,no desire,no fantasy,
no longing,
is absolute.
For there are more longings to come,
More desires to be deemed empty,
More dreams turning into dust,
More fantasies just turning out,
Like just another horizon to be reached.
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Chasing Horizons
PoetryWhen I saw life killing me, A thought crossed my head: I had spent my entire life chasing horizons. Horizons which I could never touch.
