Authored: June 25, 2018

As children we had dreams
Which were bright and large and wilful
As we got older, these dreams changed
As we realised that the world around us -
Was not what it seemed.....

Toward a damaged vision of what we wanted
As adults we watched some of our dreams vanish
Distant horizons bled dry
Some chose to never dream again....
The sound of your dreams....breaking down
Heartbreaking and damaging

Oh, to go back to those times of yonder
To dream in vector
In our dreams, we danced, we laughed
Yet if we looked at the horizon
We could hear the distant sound
Of your Dreams breaking down....

Abandoned bodies, sleepy eyes of dream deaths
Upon these dream graves
Only the sound remains....