What has happened to my wishes and hopes,
To cling onto dreams.
What has happened to that spark that ignited,
Each dawn that came when I awakened excited.
Who invited themselves to repossess my happiness?
I left my windows open to catch the freshness,
Of expected clear and crisp morning air.
Had my eyes been gazing at the stars too long.
When I heard the singing of blues,
Did I refuse to sing along?
Or did I believe my wishes and hopes,
To cling onto dreams were exempt...
From being slipped away as I slept contented.
As if the doing prevented me of a theft.
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