A lifetime of dreams, some broken and used others just born and mixed with the bruised
Before me are a thousand shattered dreams
Millions of unfulfilled plans yet to be
Dream upon dream, desire upon desire
Yet how many are left to expire
When a wanderer like me could pluck it with haste
A perfectly good dream from it's dismal place
Stooping, I gathered in my hands
Hundreds of fragmented desires and plans
Only to find when I reach the end of the land
A weight to heavy that I can barely stand
If only I could see how this ‘sand’ came to be
I might not have snatched them up so eagerly
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