Look to the stars
And see the dreams float by
Like empty, broken bottles laid to waste.
Precious paper labels now whithered and torn.
Who's lips once touched these dead containers?
Where are they now?
Having drunk in the endless possiblities,
They leave their dreams to fade unattended
And unfulfilled...
Drowned in the waste of spirits,
Left there to be what they are;
Untouched pieces of soul
Never to be remembered.
Or do they live?
No longer with ambition,
No longer willing to take the reigns.
Sunken into self-realized repression
With full realization that there is no way
Back to the island,
The mainland where ideas flourish and are born
But once, never to be born again.
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