All dreams seem to run like fine sand
Through even the tightest clinched fist
Gone long before the last grain
Is known to be gone or even missed

All implications lead to decimations
Of any decisions or those visions
Where the road leads to a horizon
Worthy of the cost of any revisions

Once the hard climb uphill depletes
All equity and valuation adjusted
For those hopes and dreams left on the street
Become the derelict afterthoughts busted ...
....for overdosing on hopelessness!