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Unboxed Dreams

by | Nov 9, 2022

I watch the distant sunset
From the bars of my own cell
My imagination’s turned to dust
In my discomfort I be well

Faintly lit candle light
It’s dim light I barely tell
Cold and empty just like stone
I hide beneath my shell

Opportunities I’ve lost
Do I hear a distant bell?
It must be time to dream
But only time will tell

The dim sun warms my face
While it’s beauty sits as bait
Stirring in dead dreams
Do I sense to hesitate?

It is here I rest my tired soul
Whose seen so many fates
It is here I re-think my thoughts
As I sit behind my gate

I see my past and ask
Were my dreams worth all the wait
My past has passed me by
I’ve lost all love, all fear, and hate

Unboxed dreams they disappear
Into nothing, they drift away
All the dreams I failed to chase
How I feel them to this day

But that sun it tells me so
Just beyond the distant bay
It sits and teases me
To my dreams I become prey

Can I dream to dream new dreams?
To be free and dream to play?
But then again, its just a dream
And it seems so far away

So, here I sit behind my bars
Slowly forgetting that I’m here
Slowly watching dreams go by
I slowly watch them disappear

It was I, who dreamt my dreams
And what are dreams, if not let free
Who are we without lost dreams
Without my dreams, I am just me

So I kiss the sun goodbye
It sets with one last spark
I blow out the candle light
Dreamless I sit, in the dark

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