Broken dreams, scattered pieces
Tears won't cement them whole
Reality is the giver of pain
Nocturnal visions beyond control
When painting with your minds eye
Have a care, don't aim too high.
Fragile hopes create life's stage
Emotional promises cloud the mind
Dreams, the conveyer of heart ache
Eager conscience is ever inclined
Dreams can fly at a bink of an eye
Time for you to ask yourself why.
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