The ones that you’d, thrown away, so carelessly, like they’d never mattered to you ever!!! The dreams that stopped, at youth, you look back now, and, you wonder to yourselves, where, did my innocent days of just dreaming go? And, when, did I, lose my ability to dream, and give in, to these demands of being an “adult”???
not my sketch.
The dreams that stopped, at youth, because once youth is over, there’s no room for your dreams, and fantasies, to coexist, peacefully, alongside the demands that your harsh realities are requesting of you.
The dreams that stopped, at youth, you’d just, abandoned them, left them, by the side of that long, deserted road, like trash! How could you? How could you, leave them all behind? Don’t you remember how you loved having them around? What happened? Oh, you grew up, didn’t you???
wide awake now, aren’t we!!!
The dreams that stopped, at youth, they’d come, to a dead halt, got left, in that pile labeled as “donation”, and, you’d, left them, out by the curb, for the trash collectors………
Life, the Obstacle Course 