The Shape of Dreams

I am just looking back at the detritus of dreams

The scars are not seen

Gleaned by fancy restaurant selfies

The delta of unrealised dreams

Is Deep

The Question

However is whether to fight on

Or change course

But those are the dreams which shaped the inside of me

The fights, the joys

The meals, the laughs

Those are the screenshots

Of dreams

Of life itself

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