Time is always running out,
Dreams constantly dwindling down,
Another reason to fail,
Additional chance for dreams to escape.
Laying down to slumber
does not continue true dreams,
Only your interpretation of them.
Dreams surrendering to impossibility,
as you drift away from your core,
Dreams seep out of your soul.
Reminiscence of a deep desire to change remains.
Some-what blurry at that.
through the wind of time,
You run out of breath
as you struggle with reality.
Exhausted by society and circumstances.
A fine morning,
Awake to see yourself
wrinkled and old,
uncertain and inept,
in front of a rusty old mirror,
fogged up with the mistakes of the past.
Motivation leaks out your skin
and reason of life
Becomes sheer and muddy.
Unable to tell right from wrong
Streaked with sin.
You forget and abandon your pearls of dreams,
In Return they forbid you for eternity,
Life becomes barren.
Sands of time continue to swoosh and sway
And yet, you're depleted and thrown away,
Unable to dream and to continue,
Stuck in the rut of the darkness.
You wander in a ghost like state
Only residue of who you once were is left.