I feel as if a part of me has been ripped apart,
Taken for granted and cast to the sea,
Left behind and taken from me,
Because I have these dreams,
And maybe I shouldn’t, but my dreams are as big as me,
They overtake me and make me delusional,
But never once did I ask them whether they were usable,
Never once did I open my mouth to see whether I could move on within their premises.
But once I bolted them and tied them to my heart,
My hands flew on that shutter, and that shutter tore me apart,
But there are more than dreams out there and today I am faced with reality
With the reality that this world is not kind and nothing is free,
And when be it the most, dreams go to die as survival is key.

- m.c.