Some make it to reality, others fade,
Very few you notice, until later days.
Sometimes, more emotions before their time,
If they do not take shape, confusion, in your mind.
Some are for guidance, never coming alive,
Others may appear, no effort, like blinking an eye.
They can come, in parts, or a mixture, any time or day,
Then for unknown reasons, from your life they fade away.
Holding on to them, can carry you through, many lost troubled times,
Be happy for your experiences, nothing is forever in this life time.
If they involve others, and they travel, a different path or way,
Only you, and your will power, new dreams, carry you to happier days.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/16/2025 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
Some make it to reality, others fade,
Very few you notice, until later days.
Sometimes, more emotions before their time,
If they do not take shape, confusion, in your mind.
Some are for guidance, never coming alive,
Others may appear, no effort, like blinking an eye.
They can come, in parts, or a mixture, any time or day,
Then for unknown reasons, from your life they fade away.
Holding on to them, can carry you through, many lost troubled times,
Be happy for your experiences, nothing is forever in this life time.
If they involve others, and they travel, a different path or way,
Only you, and your will power, new dreams, carry you to happier days.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/16/2025 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
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