Dreams Unfulfilled

Looking around the dense city
So many people, so many living
Either struggling or winning
Or completely defeated

So many dreams in so many people
Some fulfilled, but most were killed
Empty shells plodding
Wiling away or toiling

Life loses meaning
As there is no more pining
Just a dull existence
Full of predictability

Once mediocrity settles
There’s no wanting for more
And life just becomes a chore

To give up on dreams — Nay
For difficult circumstances blocking
It is sad
As the River Styx keeps filling


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