The echoes of a distant dream:
Silently spoken, gone unseen,
Would not be spared from sleeping ears
Bringing forth those silent tears.
That to many, go unnoticed—
Lost in hearts and gone unfocused
As sleepless nights, long in the past
Replay themselves—a motion too fast,
And leave all in a somber state
A happiness left to await;
Another day, another smile
That one day may be worthwhile.
But is left waiting ‘til then
Not knowing why or knowing when,
These nightmares will become ambition,
Slowly growing in cognition.
Waiting to turn to simple fate
Leading all to silent debate
What once was thought a dream to thee
Has come to pass and come to be.
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