How did the dreams of youth become,
So deep a pain inside?
How did I become so numb,
To the dreams once held with pride?
My dreams were once everything;
They helped me to cope,
And with every song that I would sing,
I’d feel a renewed hope.
How is it what once brought joy,
Brings now only pain?
The songs of youth soft and coy,
Sound out now as a bitter refrain.
I can not help how I feel.
I can’t change what’s happened;
Yet I sometimes still wonder how it would feel,
To have followed those dreams to the end.
K. Aldaya, 2/5/16
Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.iamjoelbrown.com/motivation/16-reasons-why-its-so-important-to-follow-your-dreams/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
Life really does have a way of dealing out some pretty tough situations and if you are not vigilant your dreams will be broken and stolen.
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True, and yet there is still always the possibility of making new and even better dreams…one never knows where life will lead. 🙂
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This piece in particular speaks to me. Thank you.
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🙂
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