Death of the Dream

Where do dreams go if they die? You can't put em in your pocket You can't plant em in the sky. And if you hide em in your heart Then with you they'll surely die. Where do dreams go, can they die? When life just happens You've fallen again and now running blind. An unwilling combatant a greying specter An emotional conscientious objector. A Phoenix rising Icarus hoping to fly Once you dreamed so big You almost kissed the sky. Now all that seems like a faded picture Faith sabotaged by doubt  A deadly elixir. Where do dreams go when they die? Were they actually there Or merely a lie? Did you dream in color or only black and white? Were you alive when you believed? Did you just hang on to the seed? Or by faith let it go Out of your control Yet willing to still believe  That faith will let it grow. Where did your dream go? Is it alive  Or like a mirage in a desert Playing a trick on your eyes? Will you surrender to the camouflage of life? Much like darkness tries to hide the night. A peace treaty with deception Void of light. Where do dreams go when they die?