Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

tsk

they are all growing old
old and apart.
none of them truly excited
about anything at all
and as they stand close,
shoulders touching,
you hear them whisper,
dewy-eyed:
happiness is not a goal.
you nod
and stifle a giggle.
they’re all the same!
all, winners in this game

2 responses

  1. Beautiful!

    November 7, 2016 at 8:08 pm

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