I am past.
Past the death of a dream.
Entangled desires, now dry,
rustled under the footsteps
walking in the pursuit
of another dream.

I am past.
Past the death of a hope.
A short-lived life it always lived.
An unfulfilled life.
in the somber company of
unfair expectations
unanswered doubts.
All left to disappear with time.
Like twinkling dew drops,
a million a day,
waiting for time to take it all away.