Thursday, January 26, 2006
Dreams
When I was young, my mum once told me,
"Son, when you grow up you'll do great things"
Like all the other children, I starting building my castle of marbled hallways,
And sumptuous feasts, up in the air where my daydreams lay.
Day by day, my towers rose, till I thought I could see,
The whole wide world from my lofty perch.
But jealousy runs, even in the impartial gods,
Who from afar sent out their clouds,
Of terror and gloom to wreck my world.
Huddled within, as lightnings flashed,
I watched on as the sturdy walls cracked,
My handcrafted dreams, of my childhood days,
Now, just a heap of trash.
- Emptiness - 1/26/2006 10:47:00 pm
