Crumbs
Dreams are now bread crumbs
Little puzzle pieces we leave when we leave home
We never pick them up, never look back
Dreams are now bread crumbs
a trail we keep to memory
to find our way home
Tiny imaginary wishes
comforters that we return to
when things get rough
If dreamers are wasteful
then happiness is a lie
And all the lies in world
couldn't make me cry
I want to waste my days away
I want to cherish the crumbs
you so carelessly throw away
Breads crumbs, now dreams
A path to nowhere
but doesn't it have to lead somewhere?
Dreams are stale crumbs
pieces of bread, made a puzzle
and the picture is always missing
I want the best, for my way home
I want the dreams that never manifest
I want the impossible:
All these crumbs fto form a whole.
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