I No Longer Dream
Dreams remembered at night come to the young and still innocent, at any living age. Daydreams visit most often, and come to those, looking for a momentary escape, for where they walk and lay down, on a given day. At some point when older, dreams now become accompanied, and are attached by goals. Along with the sobering, realization, planning is necessary to implement and attain. No longer will Stardust, and chance, luck by name, make dreams, the seeds of hope, begin to grow and come true. Instead, necessary work, and some pain, sustained, for the path to become clear. No longer enough to wait for another’s help, to realize your aim.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2022
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