If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart
Don’t Expedite Your Dreams
We Live as Prompts to Stories
Every evening at a certain time the fates are delivered a prompt, and with that prompt, they make stories that determine our fate. Some stories are full of laughter, some sorrow, and some things that only the gods will laugh at.
Sorrows of Failure in the River of Dreams
Lost in my River of Dreams,
warring against the current that propels me in directions I don’t want to go,
I drown in sorrows of failure, but have glorious breath when my face rises.
I hope to reach a time where air is a given
and dreams become the land where I can walk.
May we all reach that land where we can live out our dreams and not be lost in the river forever. Keep fighting, keep rising for breath, and keep against the current that tries to pull you under.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 