What happens to a dream if it's gone?
Does it evaporate
Unto a cloud in the sky?
Or does it sink into your soul
To plague your very existence?
Is it never seen again
Or does it haunt you on and on
Like an inner demon lurking in the shadows
Or maybe it sits there
And stares at you waiting for you to restore it
Or does it do the unexpected…
A/N
I'm not sure if this is poetry or just my way of seeing life, but I digress. This is probably the only thing I will ever do on fanfiction, but there could be that rare occasion that I actually come up with a plot for a story.
