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Dream Written in the Sand
I wonder how much time I've spent on a dream
For it only to become just that-
A dream, nothing more-
That I once thought striving for
Was worth a dime in a hat.
Now I know I was wrong
To have believed for so long
That such wide-ranging dreams can come true.
It was simple I thought,
This desire I sought,
But it would ne'er eveb come into view.
This situation has not yet evolved,
Let alone, in time, be solved
Without my prerequisite in you.
Sometimes you are all I see;
My memories of you are haunting me,
And it it just too much
To bear on without your touch,
When have I last seen your beautiful face?
You are like a mirage
Rising up in my fall from grace,
And with the sun beating down on my back,
I have not the strength to erase
The image of you whom I lack.
