When the Dream Was New

There is a sadness creeping in

Thoughts of long ago

When the dream was new

Are fading like the horizon

In the rear view mirror

Leaving just memories of what was

Forcing the now to witness

This letting go

Hearts turning every which way

Because they’re lost in this maze of regret

For what time has stolen.

 

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