Graveyard

I wanted to do everything 

once; I thought I would grow up 

to be beautiful. I thought I’d be happy.  

Dreams don’t die deliberately 

they are murdered when childhood 

in its ignorance, leaves them behind.  

And who knows what I could  

have been had I not heard  

the call of adulthood  

pushing me to do more, 

pushing me to want more, 

pushing me to be more, 

pushing me away from dreaming.  

Today the sun sets slowly,  

Tomorrow will not be the same. 

And the vibrant flowers of  

youth have wilted, 

only one remains.  

It stands, waiting to be 

plucked. One dream in  

a sea of those long past.  

Who can say when it was planted? 

By me, by those before me?  

Scattered seed sewed  

with hope of a new beginning.  

Planted generations ago but 

left for me to draw close.  

Its brothers wave, scattered corpses,  

moon rising, reminders that once 

I wanted to do everything.