Dust

When I was young I could dream
With the power of my imagination
I could go anywhere do anything
When I was young
With age comes wisdom
And the death of dreams
Imagination lost to make room
For a hollowness that runs
Through the center of everything
As I make my way
Through the motions of a routine
That is my life
The fantastical places in my head
Have grown thick with weeds
Covered with a dust of disuse
I became englamored
With material things
That offer no solace
Beyond a cold comfort
Until they are cast aside
For the next new thing
I long for the fantasy of my youth
I long for dead dreams

Dust

mtda

Transfer, United States

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Artist's Description

Just an observation as to why I think some adults become so miserable with their lives, myself included. I am fortunate enough to find my release in words, where my dreams collide with the fantasy of my imagination.

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