Ashes and dreams

Ashes and dreams are they not the same?

Are they not what once was or might have been?

Before we lived as if tomorrow were here

Bringing false hopes to a life of things never to be

Can we not look back and see old dreams crumbling?

Cursing the pain of reality that fired our souls

Doubtful we'll know the truth for we have yet to see it

Doing only what our dreams of ashes sought

Easy losing the hope we have held so close

Eluding our own reality, trying to make it come true

Finding no hope, power or dreams -- just ashes

Forged by the sins of unrighteous self pity

Guided along by some misbelief of needs

Gone are all things that made us who we were

Having nothing left, we turn back within

Hiding from all of those that would try to help

Intending to get a grasp on what we know

Instead, we tried for things unreachable

Just to fill the void left by dreams long gone.

Juggling the white ashes of our lost youth

Keeping none away from the winds of time

Kidding no one of this ongoing internal battle

Lodged deep in our blackened, burned-out soul

Laying blame upon all we find within reach

Making their lives feel the sting of our pain

Mulling them over and over in disbelief

Never trying to break this chain of false dreams

Nor stop the fire that burned our dreams to ashes

Only trying to hold things we know will never be

Or give up and slide deeper into that darkness

Perhaps someday we’ll live without our dreams

Probably we’ll just die never knowing or understanding

Questioning ourselves if we have taken the right path

Quietly treading on blindly to places not yet known

Rarely understanding what we’re even looking for

Running away from that long sought after truth

Surely we are not so lost within our own self pity

Such inner voices will never reach our ears

Telling us to pull out of this abyss we have entered

Taking us deeper, deeper into our mindless realm

Using old dreams of used ashes to control us

Until we’re totally lost in this world of fantasy

Void of thought and sound, we walk deeper

Violating everything we hold to our hearts dear

Wondering not only how this happened but

Why we did not see it coming and step aside

X-ing ourselves off the list of a life of happiness

X-raying each cell thinking it’s a cancer within us 

Yes, we go on and on asking why we are like this

Yet until the end is near, we will not know as we

Zealously search for what is never found until the

Zero hour, then and only then, are we handed

An ending to this life of madness

Ashes and dreams are they not the same?