Remember when you dared to dream?
Remember when you still had hope?
When the world held possibilities,
And time was vast in scope?
Remember when you dared to trust?
Remember when you still saw good?
When you looked into a persons’ eyes,
And expected brotherhood?
Now you always expect the worst.
That people are working an angle.
And when you look into anothers’ eyes,
You expect your heart they’ll strangle.
And now you don’t know how to dream.
And hope just makes your heart cry.
For you look in the mirror and all you see,
Is a vessel almost bled dry…
Just waiting ’round to die.
Remember when you used to think,
Someday you’d find some salvation?
And be saved from the death of dreams,
By some empathy or consolation?
Now all you think is that it’s late,
And hopes and dreams: for the young.
And daydream what might have been,
If your dreams weren’t left unsung.
You close your eyes and fantasize,
In your daily dissociation,
About how you and things might have been,
If just one person had offered validation…
Before the eleventh hour.
K. Aldaya, 11/2/14
Picture: “In the Mirror” by Sad-Cat on Deviant Art: http://sad-cat.deviantart.com/gallery/; http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/135/b/a/in_the_mirror_by_sad_cat-d3geaay.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
