Sometimes it is on nights like this
I lay awake
and think about this place
I find myself
floating in the tide
on a sea of lost hopes.
A melancholy sea
of things that will never be.
Of dreams that have not
nor ever shall come to pass.
Of hopes long discarded
and yet
each time of disappointment
I dare again
to let this wayward heart of mine
find its way back to shore
only to be pulled back into
the tide of reality
once more.
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