The lost dream

One day I was told about this maze And I walked to it, Amazed. I turned one corner to the next I even marked my way Lost i am, lest! I wonder what the reward could be As I see the first sign Would it be joy, or would it not be. I found the first prize Strong and comfortable The haven did look nice But i sensed it was cold, that I was able! I flew the nest Back into the maze Searching for the best. In and in I went Guided by light, care and laughter Seemed that my heart it mend. I found the light Glowing warm Little did I know Going closer hurts, farther bright! Cold and burnt Back into the maze Clueless I wander. I find a blanket Only to be taken Before I even protect. I then find a cool stream It’s water soothing And its melody, smooth as is cream. I reach out With my cold, burnt hands Only to hit My bed’s wooden plank. I never mourned a lost dream But I do now Not since it’s the long lost cool stream But because It was not just a dream!