Fulfillment
Fulfillment
What is this thing called life,
working and struggling
no end in sight
what ever became of the dreams that were me?
Where am I,
who am I,
what shall I be?
Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon
awaiting the rebirth of the child
who still believes in the man-in-the-moon
somehow safe,
until the sun arises to awaken the child
and sparkle off the dew of hope
that keeps the dream alive.
Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream,
so sweetly nurtured,
will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light,
and the setting sun will no longer
bring fear of a life left undone
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