The Death of a Dream

You don't know it,
but you represent for me
the final nail in the coffin
of a beautiful dream

I loved that dream

my heart of hearts
gave to me the vision

I heard a song this morning
lyrics that were sung
in the most beautiful voice,
"The ocean doesn't
refuse the river."
The ocean might not
reject, but people do
And not only reject
but attack the river
then build a dam
against its natural flow
as if its waters
were corrupted
an enemy of ideas
Drying up,
the river no longer flows
to the ocean
Its path cut off
Its waters refused

I have a secret...

Once upon a time
my soul sprang forth
in its entirety
after I no longer
rejected its flow
I saw the world
with eyes closed
through the eyes
of my Soul, forevermore

Innocent
from the ways of the world
my Soul's eyes were
like that of a child
who saw magic everywhere
and in everything

The world attacked,
much like they attack
their own children
demanding they
shape and form themselves,
as if they were clay
for their hands to sculpt,
as if the dreams
their Souls bring
to this world
to be manifested
are nothing
if they don't agree
with the vision
fed to the masses

You don't know it,
but you represent for me
the final nail in the coffin
of a beautiful dream

I loved that dream

my heart of hearts
Soul of Souls
gave to me the vision

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