Dreamless

I wonder about dreams,

The ones I cherished,

And then abandoned,

In the marketplace of life.

I have aged to youth,

Buried a million dreams,

Cried again at the reality,

Till I ran out of tears.

Have they become stars,

That shine in the night sky,

Teasing me with light, yet,

Shying away when I chase.

Oh, the night sky, that

Once inspired me to dream,

Stands today as their grave,

Like fabrics without the scent