A broken dream,
A shattered heart.
Hair blowing behind me,
Too many distractions.
I leave this world for awhile,
And forget my heart's ambitions.
I see the shining light of the future
With dismal affection.
My heart has shifted to the past,
Where all my troubles are.
Discovering no one else to comfort me,
I must rely upon my own devices to survive.
My future is up to me.
© 1997,1998 greedom1@aol.com
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