to THINE Own Self be TRUE

Walking Inside the Pattern, I lost sth I forgot.

The Dream.

Why I lost it?
How could I lost it?
Where and What is it?

Should I try following my heart to trace it?
What am I going to sacrifice duing that process?

Hold fast to dreams.
For if dreams die.
Life is a broken-winged bird.
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams.
For when dreams go.
Life is a barren field.
Frozen with snow.