Young hearts beat
and
Young souls desire

What happens to

Squandered dreams?

Do they give way to dust

     and cob webs consume?
Or shrivel and wrinkle
     destroyed by the sun?

Do dreams once vivid
     colors extraordinaire,
Fall from the heavens
     the grey side of the storm?

Maybe they dry
     and combust into flames
Perhaps dreams are the salt
     Left behind on the shore

I too had a dream
     Once within me so bright
But where did it go?
Off to Neverland’s purgatory?
     I, do not know

Just a shadow of what
once illuminated me
I’ve forgotten,
and squandered
My young heart’s desire