WORDS OF THE LIVING
(UNFULFILLED DREAMS)
For beingfunisfun
Tell me
Why do I not make you proud?
A lost boy in a crowd
Not even wakened by mum and dad
The sea of he's and she's
Lies asleep
Their life they will not reap
They hang a lamp in the darkness
Desperately diluting the harshness
Judges turning
Dreams to dust
Ideas isolated
Ambitions annihilated
As they are truncated
Their dreams
Cannot become realities
Because of the wall in their way
The fork in the road
Their ideals must stay
While they think of what to say
In the face of defeat
As they slowly harness the heat
Until their dreams hath meet
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Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019
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