Dreams fall to the wayside

like stars plummeting down

trapped by the weight of gravity,

reality.

Optimism and innocence of youth

corroding over time, rusting,

corrupting into unrecognizable

shapes of disfigurement.

The wonder and awe transforms

into repetition and cynicism

as each passing day reaffirms

the mundane.

Thoughts once freed by tongues

never leave their confines,

imprisonment in a mind,

product of society.

To deny ourselves our

childhood ambitions

is to deny the restraints

of what we know;

That perhaps our wills

have been broken by

these small realizations

taught through age.

Our ideas of ourselves

misaligning with the

products of our actions,

toiling into obscurity.