No shadow, but a shadow,
Her dream consumed and left
A husk of humanity,
All warmth gone in the ticking clock
That marked her progress
Towards The Dream.
Ah! The Dream!
Movement dies in the pursuit of emptiness,
And all that’s left is a shell
Containing selfishness.
Abandoned to the street, her kids snuck and stumped
In feral loneliness
And the wild in their eyes
Set their course for life.
One life:
Four lives fucked:
The dream withered and died.
This woman was cold and one-dimensional in the pursuit of her dream; but her dream died, and she’s now a shadow of her former self.
Everyone has to have a dream, but you need to pursue the right dream for the right reasons, and you have to remain part of life (being completely self-centred is easy) otherwise there’s no internal growth.
