Echoes of Forgotten Dreams

You say I gave up too soon,

but the path was lined with thorns.

Every step forward,

brought more bruises and scorns.

Dreams that once soared high,

fell, shrouded in shadows.

Promises of a bright future,

now lie buried in meadows.

It's not that I lacked the will,

to chase what seemed divine.

But reality's harsh whisper,

turned ambition to a pantomime.

You painted pictures of glory,

while my hands bled raw.

Chasing illusions,

left me broken, in awe.

You speak of perseverance,

but forget the cost.

Of battles fought and lost,

of innocence turned to frost.

So now I seek a different horizon,

where dreams don't burn out fast.

Where passion is the anchor,

and hope, a steadfast mast.

I’m laying new paths with wisdom,

with steps both cautious and bold.

No longer chasing shadows,

but dreams that can be held and told.

In the echoes of forgotten dreams,

I find the strength to rise.

To build a life with meaning,

beneath new, hopeful skies.