vanished dreams

you wake up one morning deciding on a path

you don't know where it goes

there is no sign that shows

"this is the right way"

"this is the right place"

you take one step and take a breath

inhaling every debris

feeling what you see

every dreams were made

out in the open glade

the night is young to let one torment

destroy your moment

of this blissful event

keep riding your dreams

it shall bloom, it seems

it all made sense at one point

never knowing what happens to the next joint

expect the unexpected they say

i believe so, till today

yet it happened in such a dismay

to face a fight without preparation

to face a fight without ammunition

to face a fight without determination

is like getting into the battlefield

permitting oneself become the human shield

once a man full of dreams

with the bright sun beams

transformed to the hopeless

stuck in his own carelessness

and just think of himself even less

no one to blame

but the man himself

he shows but full of shame

the man with no name

can think of nothing but his vanished dreams