Brittle.
Everyone has one and some have many
But few have a dream beyond ordinary
The one that laces the sleeping eye
The one you think could never die
The one that bathes in gold upon dawn
And glitters with stars when day is gone
The one that stares back from the mirror
And promises to live forever and ever
But mine left me ...
... Somewhere in time
And I wondered if I lost all that was mine
Did I sell it cheap, to live a life
And thought I could find it back
For dreams are rife.
But some dreams are special
And you wouldn't know
They way it hurts
Until you let one go...