.
Rain, thumping down,
Pressing grey prints,
Ocean, tears the sky,
Drowning with drinks
Of blue eye and salt
Taste, rude earthling
Song, takes too long.
Must I go on walking,
In gurgle paths spray,
Soaked, silted, ******,
Drabs colours running
In days raging of rain?

A dream can slip away,
And ooze into the floor.
There it will remain,
Becoming nothing more.

Time will pass overhead,
Each step a sudden crack.
He’ll leave the fallen dream behind,
Unlikely to turn back.

The dream will lay in darkness,
A cold void to it's center.
Stretching blind towards the light,
Begging help to enter.

It's hope will turn to poison,
Seething with regret.
An affliction with no cure:
It's potential never met.

The dream will late return,
And blast up from below.
An inner rage will advance,
A vengeful plot will grow.

Your dream will come to strike you,
Like nothing has before.
You will come to fear it,
And it's never ending gore.

So hold fast to your dreams,
Don't let them drift away.
Else one day you may regret,
And fear where your dreams lay.