... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every dream is a house of cards
and bring it down to just a sigh ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if we are lost souls, damned by life
and happiness build with bricks futile words
that vanish in the fog of purgatory
of our daily survive ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if stagger,
as a novice tightrope walkers,
on the thin thread of life
maintaining a precarious balance
thanks begging for love and expressions of feigned happiness ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
if every life you meet
never s' intertwined with your
and travels with you, as a parallel line;
t 'chases, close, but never with you, touch you.
Screw you look, are grazed
and that, just sometimes,
a trickle towards the 'other, overflowing containers too tight ...
... Dreams ...
but what dreams
the future if you escape from the boredom eyes swallowed
which flows over streets and sidewalks invoking gratuitous violence,
that no longer distinguishes the value of 'man and the' living being
crushing the memory of a world that was not afraid
bequeathing eclipse of feelings ...
Dreams. But what dreams ...
Sabrina (February 16, 2010)
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