A Decay of Dreams


A Decay of Dreams


Oh, my days slowly pass in a haze

in a bud encompassing my dreams

that may sprout late in spring-

And this cycle of life

pulls me hard like a string

that may break any moment

while the wheels faster spin

in a fruitless pursuit.

I just want to reboot,

to transform into something anew

where my dreams are not stale

and this heart not as frail

as it lately has been.

Where my life flows in pace

without needing to chase

after leftover dreams-


November 2018

“Harmony makes small things grow. Lack of it makes big things decay.”

― Sallust