DREAMS IN A SHALLOW GRAVE

DREAMS IN A SHALLOW GRAVE

Where did they come from, those crazy ideas?
My hopes for the future were scenes spinning round a carousel.
When it stopped, I realized it was me going in circles.
The ride is over, forcing me
to bury my dreams in a shallow grave
and become a willing slave to the memory of glorious days
when the sun shone through rainbows
and nights were ablaze with love and light.

~Broken Wings~

(December2001)

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