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For those with forgotten dreams.


Submitted:Mar 14, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Clock dreams

As I walk these busy streets

I watch the thoughtless mass

The ones that run from place to place

The ones who don't stop to laugh

Busy lives with busy people

No one watching but the clock

That ticking clock that cloaks most sight

That sight of once proud dreams

To go home to an empty house

Or to a home that is full of doubt

A place where people scream and shout

Rooms shut from all sound and sight

Night after night

Day after day

There lives slip away

Concerned with frivolous ideas

Ideas of live longer and healthier

What cloths are hot and not this season

The new diet that works or does not

Or that new celebrity scandal

So they walk by most not looking up

Just shuffle through the streets

Working for that next paycheck

Working for that next day

I wonder when I became like them

How I misplaced my dreams

Substituted them for ticking clocks

Just so I could look from reality

Just to have my insignificant walks

And dream a dead dream

I watch the thoughtless mass

The ones that run from place to place

The ones that never stop to laugh





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