The child dies along with there dreams,
or so it does seem.
When reality is broken to bits
only the memory is what still exists
We cling to the ever fading image
like a dream rapidly receding with the dawn
parts and pieces slowly lost until the thought is gone
The bits and pieces left behind
are used in an attempt to reconstruct.
The moment that was lost in time
And blew away with the dust
In order to retain the moment
to capture it inside,
there must be something more to it
its so hard to define.