Isn't
it easier,
to
not chase dreams,
so
far away?
Safely
sterile,
on
the irrelevant path,
of
ghostly existence.
What
never transpired,
cannot
be restored.
There
are no second chances -
Once
the day is done,
enter
the cancer of regret;
Smoldering
embers -
Dying
and barren.
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