The Entropy of Dreams

I seem to remember (or was it a dream?) Discovering a side path that strolled up a stream To high mountain vistas and scenes so sublime I vowed to come back and explore them some time. This vigorous vision became my life force, Imparting its purpose, empowering my course, But down through the decades its end I’d discern: To burn itself out, with all hope of return. The energized passions that give the soul weight Are fuel for the living, hence fleeting by fate. Weep not for the dying, but mourn if you must The dreams that define you decaying to dust.