The Lost Dream

My words are inexplicable
That I thought it was fable.
I thought my legs would one day be able
To take me down the lanes but it's unable.
Sometimes I spin on the card table
To see maybe luck would come over me.

Then I look through the mirror
To wonder how my life have been so far.
I stare at my eyes to see if it's blinking
But all I could see was a soul dying.
I knew my goals are too set on high expectation
That seems to make me a more like a loser.

Into the mirror I look again
To see if there's something I could still lean on.
Then I see a dim shape in the doorway
Beckoning to me to join the other world.
I wept and said to myself "It's a turn around"
I also wish it's a daydream but I left my dreams untouched.

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