Simple Dreams

obtainable goals rendered useless,

hopelessly beyond the grasp

of reality,

indecision and

regrettable misgivings,

made in the heat

of a long night passing,

for which the daylight

never came;

simple dreams

are not what they seem,

simple lives,

were never an option,

in a complicated world

where so much is lost,

in-between the battlefields

of a fragmented wasteland,

whose only hope

lies in the fragile freedom

of tomorrow,

and you wonder,

how did it all come

down to this?

this time,

this place,

this moment;

this fear,

as you turn to run,

only to find the wall

erected behind your back,

keeping you exactly where

you are,

and where you always

shall be;

I have never been good

at this hero thing,

but this time

I think I can,

this time

there is no choice,

no turning back,

this time

will be the last,

no matter what the cost;

borrowed time

does not come freely,

it has a price

for which there is no

denial;

complete with long term

payment plans.

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