Books that never are read, words not written or said,
A life put on the shelf
Fall into the vacuum of the day to day
Turn away from the dreams.
“Oh it’s okay” she says and turns away.
Reaching for something, moving to something else,
It’s there inside herself
Her mind churns visions of some day, some day.
Turn away from the dreams.
“Oh it’s okay” she says, and again she turns away.
Her visions call, while she answers the call of others,
Giving in to the distractions.
But unanswered dreams will haunt you,
Don’t turn from the dreams,
It’s not okay, this time don’t walk away.
MG