Abandoned Dreams Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I threw my dreams, and I began to live.
I threw them at the gate of time—sealed;
And I let them die, along with my curiosity:
For ever buried in a mystery!

What is the worth if now I rue them?
If mine they could not be, and I could not keep them?
Half-dead with them myself as well I am: —
Why should I fear to bid farewell?

I turned my back and I walked away,
Towards No-Where, in dark: towards No-Way:
I placed my faith in God, and I shall see,
What predestined path He grants to me.

Without my dreams since then I live: —
I have a breath; therefore, —I must live!
I chase the past; Time's running chasing me,
Until one day…till I will cease to be.