what that pile looked like, now, imagine yourselves, buried in it…photo from online…
So many dreams, they’d all been, broken from us, and now, as we became, adults, we are, buried alive, by these broken dreams which were all, once very dear to us as children.
Buried alive, by these broken dreams, there’s, NO way out, of this dug-up grave we’d, found ourselves stuck in now, it’s, too late, there’s, NO way, we can, EVER find ways, to make amends, to these dreams we’d, ended up, breaking so hard.
Buried alive, by these, broken dreams, what CAN we do? Nothing, there is, NOTHING we CAN do, the funerals already happened, and, everything’s, dead, AND gone, with the broken pieces, buried, six feet under…
Buried alive, by these, broken dreams, that is, how we were, destined, to live our lives, in the shadows, of these, once wonderful fantasies of our younger years, and yet, as we got older, we’d, dumped these fantasies of ours, into that landfill, so carelessly, no wonder, they’re all, coming back alive, and burying us all in.
Life, the Obstacle Course 