Withered dreams lay at my feet

In puddles of hopeless dreams

When I step closer, they struggle away

As if I were a disease

I see them in the alleyways

And across the street

In empty shopping malls

Where two paths meet

And if I were to approach

They’ll growl and hiss

At my slightest consideration

Withered dreams lay at my feet

Never drawing closer

Always out of reach

And if you were to greet them

You would have thought

They were dreams of beauty

And of truth

Yet they wither and slouch

Whether for lack of trying or of need

Withered dreams lay at my feet

With scorn and reproach, they regard me

As if it was not me who gave them life

Yet it was me who let them die

And now they lay withered at my feet

My regrets have a place to be

They have come home

Now a place to rest

My dreams have lost their way

They lay withered at my feet

Their flight is over

Now lies their defeat