Do they come along with us,
or do they carry on?
Does someone else inherit them
and stumble in the darkness
trying to make them come true?
Do they mingle with theirs
with each vying for the right
to be the first to come true?
Where do all our dreams go
when its time for us to pass on?
27 July 2009
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