Woe to those
who lead little lives
Who leave more inside
than ever gets used
Haunted by ghost
of unborn dreams
Looking toward tomorrow’s
that never come
Smothering their fires of hope
with wet blankets
If only they could ride their dragons
extinguishing fears from yesterday
In a world pestered by distortions
dreams are doorways for the brave
Courage comes and goes
hold on for the next supply
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
Woe to those
who lead little lives
Who leave more inside
than ever gets used
Haunted by ghost
of unborn dreams
Looking toward tomorrow’s
that never come
Smothering their fires of hope
with wet blankets
If only they could ride their dragons
extinguishing fears from yesterday
In a world pestered by distortions
dreams are doorways for the brave
Courage comes and goes
hold on for the next supply