Where once my mind was filled with hope,
My will, now shattered, fights to cope;
Too burdened by the daily strife
With useless wants and needs in life.
I know you may not understand
The dreams I’ve had ... the things I’ve planned;
It’s not surprising, for you see,
They often have eluded “me”.
No time is left to chase a dream ...
Reality is too extreme,
It’s wicked force, like pure disease
Contaminates my fantasies.
A vortex seems to suck me in,
Then steals my strength from deep within;
Confused and weary, I am dragged
From day to day, left bound and gagged.
The dreams I had so long ago
Have vanished to the depths below ...
No longer, do they raise their head,
If truth be known ... they’re long since dead.
I do not live ... I just exist,
Yet somehow manage to subsist;
If you would look, I’m sure you’d see,
How empty I have come to be.