Graveyard of Dreams

As I walk among the sculptured tombstones I could only marvel At the sheer numbers that lie here Thousands upon thousands Are buried in this arid field They were once so powerful and captivating Now only half-buried shards in the sand Once boxes of priceless freedom Now only dust that marks my footprints There are none subtle in this grave All are great, all are famous All could have changed the world Yet also, all are premature and unfulfilled As I left that miserable place I made a solemn vow That I will do whatever it takes To make sure that no more dreams Must ever come to this place again