Dreamsand crumbles between my fingertips,
picked up from the corner of my eyes
Woken up, a harsh blow from reality,
wishing I could go back to sleep.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
But no, no rest for the wicked, for me.
A heap of decisions, heavy on my mind.
I feel like Sisyphus staring up the mountain,
not able to deny the cruel task.
Would that I could turn blind.
Where fled the vision of the life
I once had fantasized for me?
Time took it away, Life turned it grey.
Joy became a spurned past lover
that I had to set free.
I’m confronted with the shards of my reality,
letting my hopes wash away in the nearest stream.
There was supposed to be so much more
in store for the life that I wanted it to be.
Where is it now? The glory? The dream?