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Array ( [sid] => 49471 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => How Do Dreams Die [time] => 2004-05-28 12:57:07 [hometext] => How Do Dreams Die [bodytext] => How do dreams die,
Taken away by an adolescent ambition.
The furry to be,
The success you see,
A decay of your religion;
Is it time.

Can this decision be mine;
A childhood innocence
Followed under the feathers
Of blind reason.
Living time through
A maze of unwinding roads.
Brought out in the cold,
Try to remember what you were told.
Be home before you get old
Or age will take you.

Which way do I go;
Wondered to far away from home.
The way back a memory,
Could you be on your own.
The sun is setting behind you,
Ahead a darkness clouds your vision
With what is unknown.

Uncertainty cuts
Into you,
Your mind once bold,
Now reeks havoc.
Will you grow the feathers of the old.
Or will you be lost
On a desolate road.
Whose end is a nomadic
Journey through the cold.

Why can’t you be told
Which road to take,
Which life is fake,
Can you wisely make this choice.
Should you listen to your own voice;
Or sit in the shadows
Of a barren field
Harvested of the yellow dreams
Once grown tall,
Now a dusty memory
With nothing at all.


-Scott E Buttross

Copyright ©2004 Scott E Buttross


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How Do Dreams Die

Contributed by scottbuttross on Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 12:57:07 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



How do dreams die,
Taken away by an adolescent ambition.
The furry to be,
The success you see,
A decay of your religion;
Is it time.

Can this decision be mine;
A childhood innocence
Followed under the feathers
Of blind reason.
Living time through
A maze of unwinding roads.
Brought out in the cold,
Try to remember what you were told.
Be home before you get old
Or age will take you.

Which way do I go;
Wondered to far away from home.
The way back a memory,
Could you be on your own.
The sun is setting behind you,
Ahead a darkness clouds your vision
With what is unknown.

Uncertainty cuts
Into you,
Your mind once bold,
Now reeks havoc.
Will you grow the feathers of the old.
Or will you be lost
On a desolate road.
Whose end is a nomadic
Journey through the cold.

Why can’t you be told
Which road to take,
Which life is fake,
Can you wisely make this choice.
Should you listen to your own voice;
Or sit in the shadows
Of a barren field
Harvested of the yellow dreams
Once grown tall,
Now a dusty memory
With nothing at all.


-Scott E Buttross

Copyright ©2004 Scott E Buttross






Copyright © scottbuttross ... [ 2004-05-28 12:57:07]
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Re: How Do Dreams Die (User Rating: 1 )
by full_blur on Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 01:56:44 PM AEST
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well written, your words invoke deep emotions, as well as conveying a deep message


Re: How Do Dreams Die (User Rating: 1 )
by AspenGlow on Tuesday, 27th July 2004 @ 10:07:55 AM AEST
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Dreams die out of the lack of nutruting, set no limits, only goals, make no excuses, never let the heart grow old.

Very nice write, thank you for sharing.


Re: How Do Dreams Die (User Rating: 1 )
by candysears on Monday, 7th August 2006 @ 07:40:34 PM AEST
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This is sheer brilliance...The lord truly blessed you with a beautiful talented..I know you will go far with it...
God Bless!
C.S




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