Dreams Are Made of Glass

What do you do?

When all your dreams

No longer

Belong to you

When your life’s plans

End up

In another’s hand

The ideas

Created together

Are being used

To make another


What do you say?

When it’s all

Taken away?

In the blink of an eye

The basket with all the eggs

Hits the floor

Nothing for breakfast tomorrow

Where do you go

When the place

You once called home

Feels strange

Like it’s all


What do you do

When you realize

It was never for you

And they never

Loved you

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