Fading Dream

too late to refuse to be subject to abuse of those long gone blues the failure to comprehend all that was needed back then each makes their own way emptiness unfilled by phrase darkening some days dreams shot at and downed expectations run to ground leaving without sound of story with no ending too long lost for beginning dreams won't make it so long past time to turn and go where sad stories flow not much left to mourn what our younger selves had sworn we too became torn sometimes we pluck a prize rose sometimes we grab a sharp thorn what the fates disclose cherish the highs cast out lows life is filled with to-and-fros