When I was young, I planted many
Young seeds of all my dreams in my
Field of Hopes.
As I grew, they grew too - into tall lanky
Trees, winding their hands to the sky -
I lifted mine high.
Until that day that the cold Reality came
Sauntering in - blowing her withering
Kisses upon my field.
Slowly, each tree curled inward - shaken by the
Molesting ardor of Reality - forming large
Black stumps in their wake.
Until my beautiful trees form a graveyard in
My field of Hope - and there am I to
Walk my lonely steps.
Casting glances at was a once bright
Future - to contemplate the complete destruction
Of my soul.
Tomorrow is not Mine.
- Title: Not Mine
- Artist: Aeris_chan
- Description: What reality does to the field of dreams
- Date: 10/14/2009
- Tags: mine
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