When I stretch my hands towards the manifestation of my dreams,
it crumbles
into chummy little sugary bits,
leaving the ruins of a million dreams at my feet.
I wander around
lost in the forest of dreams,
through the ferns, the thorns
and the drying petals of the hibiscus
looking for my home,
something far away
never within the reach.
When I stretch my hands
towards the manifestation of my
dreams,
it crumbles
into chummy little sugary bits,
leaving the ruins of a million dreams
at my feet.
I hear the echoes,
cascading all around
the wailing of a dying mockingbird.
Still
I persist, scream
even cry,
but the place of illusions perishes
once and for all
it truly vanishes.
And amist the ruins somewhere
lies my soul
in these very ruins.
Thus,
I'll forever belong.
-Naionika
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