Broken Dreams
Broken Dreams
Boxes of broken crayons in my bag
A torn reminder of times I miss
The colors no longer shine,
Seeing them, eyes no longer glitter
The wax is all but gone.
I dreamt of being an artist,
Of bringing life to paper and canvas alike.
But now I'm stuck with broken dreams
A shattered reminder of my plight.
Trying to move ahead
Am just tied up with those invisible strings
Feels like a prisoner of my past.
My future seems to be bleak
By those broken crayons in my bag
Now am left with just words
Nothing to show, nothing to draw
And words are all I have
To create a semblance of happiness
Sad I feel to see those empty boxes of broken crayons in my bag.