Walk in the wasteland
Of memories tossed aside
& Dreams shattered on the rocks
So dark & cold
Feels like December
Way down in my soul
Looking at it all
Unable to believe
That once upon a dream
The pale ghost (dying there!)
Once was I
Full of those childish hopes
And these brightly colored dreams
Now all that’s left
Is this poor imitation
A dried out, useless husk!
November 22, 2004