Resolving the life I have lived with the dreams
that might have been attained.
Things don't always turn out as planned, but
somehow we survive in spite of it and continue
on our way.
Always looking for even just a piece of the
original dream, knowing now that life has changed
and rearranged what we used to know and love into
different prospects kept in hand.
Waiting to be resurrected in a delicate picture
of revival one day.
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