In shadows cast by misbegotten dreams,
We stumble through a labyrinth of doubt.
Our hopes, ill-conceived, unravel at the seams.
Ambitions born from desperate schemes
Leave us adrift, our purpose worn and frout.
In shadows cast by misbegotten dreams,
We chase illusions, chasing moonlit gleams,
Our judgement clouded, reason cast about.
Our hopes, ill-conceived, unravel at the seams.
The path we chose, now fraught with silent screams,
Leads to a future we cannot reroute.
In shadows cast by misbegotten dreams,
We find ourselves in circumstances extreme,
Our plans askew, our confidence in drought.
Our hopes, ill-conceived, unravel at the seams.
Yet from these ashes, wisdom’s phoenix teems,
A chance to learn and turn our lives about.
In shadows cast by misbegotten dreams,
Our hopes, reborn, may finally find their themes.
Bob Lynn / 08-Dec-2024
