Framents of a dream

Fragments of a dream, scattered like stardust,
Drifting through the expanse of my mind.
Whispers of forgotten tales, hauntingly surreal,
In the realm where imagination unwinds.

Visions flicker like flames in the night,
A kaleidoscope of colors, vibrant and bright.
I chase elusive memories, slipping through my grasp,
Like sand slipping through the hourglass.

The fragments dance before my weary eyes,
A symphony of emotions, truths, and lies.
They form a puzzle of fragmented scenes,
Unveiling secrets hidden within my dreams.

In this ethereal realm, boundaries disappear,
Time bends and shapes, as I wander here.
Through corridors of time, I am led,
To the depths of my consciousness, where dreams are bred.

In these fragments lie hopes and fears,
Whispering secrets in my waiting ears.
They hold the essence of who I could be,
A tapestry of possibilities, waiting to be set free.

But as the dream fades, reality takes hold,
And the fragments retreat, becoming untold.
Yet their imprint lingers, a spark in my soul,
Fueling the fire that makes me whole.

Fragments of a dream, forever intertwined,
In the depths of my being, they shall always reside.
For dreams may shatter, but their essence remains,
Fueling my spirit, even through life’s strains.