Peril of vicissitude.

A jar full of dreams stood waiting for me
In a secret place of a pure fantasy.

I added to it all my heart’s desire
Filling it to the brim with sparkles of fire.

I saved it for days of struggle and strife
When I need it most to brighten my life.

But soon I quivered engulfed by reality
The world was tough, iced by artificiality.

I lost my childhood, Its innocence and joy
Only to grow up becoming a robotic toy.

I worked for days and nights at hand
To achieve my aim of success so grand.

I got the success that I longed to touch
But the price I had paid was way too much.

Losing something precious along the stream of time
The passion to mellow and giggle and gloriously chime.

And then I realised how I missed that jar
I had secretly kept but now was so far.

A jar full of dreams that had stood waiting for me
In a secret place of a pure fantasy.

Copyrighted by Annadine Charles.

 

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