State of mind.

I had dreams once,
But they withered away.
Spawning slowly but surely,
Squashed they were,
By the soles of ambitious shoes.

The shoes they guide,
To promises of happily ever after,
Opportunities of getting all that's to be gotten.

And yet no one turned around,
While dragging my tired limbs to this utopian land,
'What's it that you wanted, little one.'

Instead all they do is tug and tug,
Mistaking me for a soulless wanderer.
And with each passing step,  my dreams and hopes die a little.
I fear the day all that will be left is an empty cocoon,
Where I flew away to, no one will know not.

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