Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
I think this is what happens to dreams when you give up.Dreams that you gave up on.That childhood dream.You wanted to be a fireman.Instead you ended up as an accountant.You wanted to be a cop who wanted to stop criminals.I think that dreams don't explode.They just disintegrate away through time.They just shrivel up like raisens and then explode,like a little bomb of dust.
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