Summerset

I saw a summerset upon a dream that was not met.

An object of possibilities, drenched in ideas I bleed.

I pondered upon a golden ticket, hoping some scheme would set.

But forged in fire I had let, a silver ticket is all I met.

It’s not a tragedy when my dear dreams meet misery.

It’s just how it was meant to be as sad songs from me seem to flee.

Back to the forge to dream, a new dream of possibility.

Or give up on being me and let the darkness in you see.

-OM

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One thought on “Summerset

  1. It’s always hard, when our dreams are, being, attacked, by the realities, live in, the important point is, to achieve, that, delicate, balance, of how to cope, when realities, get in the ways, of what we dream of, achieving…

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