When Dreams Die

What do you do when dreams die? That home of your dreams. The dog. The children. Oh, that handsome man who takes you in his arms and loves on you in a way that keeps you in smiles.
What do you do when life has become a series of ground hog days. You wake up every day, and life is the same routine every day. You struggle to survive and move forward, but you are stuck in some God forsaken virtual reality. No, just a BAD reality. No excitement. No moments you can share. Just task….a series of task. A list of life. You try to change the task but fate laughs in your face with a Freddy Kruger voice. You are stuck now not only with Fate but Fear. Where did Faith go. Oh yes, she took Hope her sister on the journey. The journey of a different path. The road of which you do not travel. When you tried to travel that road, others jumped in front of you. Only a few tickets available for the trip to the grand Utopia. Yours was taken. Now you are on the path where dreams die. No, you stand on the edge of where dreams dead. Is there no Superman to save me? Hopefully, no one will push me over. Just maybe, there will be a captain save a me. If not, dreams die. No, dreams dead.