forgotten dreams

Sometimes I wonder where

forgotten dreams hide.

When the winds, fierce and unforgiving, or

the waves of false promises and coupled responsibilities

envelop my soul. I see her

fighting. She is like a

mouse, scampering frantically, towards

a world that doesn’t exist.

She will never understand my disdain, for she only

knows the company of my heart. It can’t

be helped. Bury yourself before

you accompany my dreams, wherever

they end up. Don’t let me

lose you too.

I wish they would disappear, these silly

dreams, so I can be freed from the

graveyard of my aspirations.

It can’t be helped.

We are worn, weary,

wilted from the weight of our forgotten dreams.

27 jan 2026, yl