Dust and Dirt

I chase my dreams against the wind,
I struggle, losing everything.
They disappear—simply dust…
Oh, emptiness! Oh, what I’ve lost!

I chase my dreams against the storm.
They’re weaker, but they are reborn.
They disappear—simply dirt!
They have no meaning, no true worth…

I build my dreams from my own heart,
From broken pieces—every shard.
I shield them from the cruel world,
They’re so much more than passing mold!

I set them free at night. Like stars,
They light my way. I see no scars.
We walk together, side by side
And this time, I’m not left behind.

– Patricia