dust

Do you feel sorrow or remorse for giving up on that dream or did a new dream appear?

One the meant more?

Or did you just grow up, dust of childhood fairy dust, rust up.

Did you let it go with ease, without doubt or pain?

Did you simply let it slip?

Let the priorities change.

Did a part of you change or did it move away,

did it go and leave you hollow?

Did you try and cling on with finger tips to slippy cliffs?

Did you think it might still happen, but that you must let it go for now, 

then did it return too late?

Did you mess it up?

The time was now and does that hurt?

Do you feel pain?

Do you blame others when it was you who walked away?

Did you slice up the dream with razor blades, keeping parts for rainy days.

Throwing the rest away?

Did you think that it was perhaps never really me, that was going to be that anyway?

Did you think you weren't good enough or did you just say that to try and be tough,

to tuck away, to fold away, what you really thought.

Did it have more courage that way?

Do you feel like you settled, lied to yourself? 

Or am I wrong and it is the greatest simple life you have.