Big dreams
crumble to dust
And mix with the debris
of everyday
And tomorrow
or next week
No one will even remember
or know
A life was built here
And tiny victories won
Till a final storm
Blew it all to dust
Before long though,
These shattered, scattered remains
Will mix with the dust
And be the stuff of another dream
Another life,
Hard-won, hard-built
And who knows if that may stand
What this one didn’t?
I primarily left the corporate world because of the people. I couldn’t bear the idea of living the rest of my life, centered around pettiness and politics and that’s all I saw around me. I drifted gradually into more creative circles. I met artists, writers, musicians, actors, performers. I also…
Is it anger? Is it pain? It is fear? I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s none of these things. These are the gifts you bring to your hidden self and put away like unopened presents from people you wish would have given you their selves instead. You take…
Melancholia tinged with that hope. Enjoyed this.