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~Hopes and Dreams~
When life passes us by...
~A Journey to Self~
Not young anymore
nor am I old
just somewhere in between.
Its like life pass me by
swallowing up my dreams.
All my hopes now fantasy's
bare the scars of a symphony,
once embraced by melodies
now all it does is taunt and flee
dragging me deeper into eternity,
fumbling with my emotions like sand brushing against the ocean, bottled by
time and space in a place only God could grace.
How can I hide beneath the somber of gravel that buries my memories, do I fight
the hunger and the rage that bemoans and wails in hidden agony,
always contrite yet oblique, beckoning, longing to be free. struggling to rid itself
of this wounded silhouette that dwells within the depth of me.
Shall I scream hallelujah I'm somewhere in between, be happy for the memories that somehow chasten me, or is life just a paradox with no beginning no end,
just a point in time to embellish or revel on what could have been.
Bartering on time, no particular chime, unsung melodies to unwind.
I sometimes ponder on that emotion wallowing in its stream,
clinging boundlessly to regain my hopes and dreams.