Where do lost dreams go?

A poem about trying to imagine the journey of lost dreams.

I think lost dreams don’t die,

They just learn how to hide.

They become strangers in our memories,

Peeking through shadows with a quiet smile.

Because one day a child

Who once chased dragonflies

Now runs behind time,

Wearing a mantle of duty

In this endless cycle of life.

But where do these dreams go?

Maybe they linger in an empty station,

Waiting beside silent tracks,

While somewhere across the ocean

A woman boards the train of life

Because she’s forced to,

Blindfolded by the material world.

Or perhaps a man, long lost

Between the rails,

Got off at the wrong station

Before the signals even turn red.

Maybe they stay buried 

Deep inside a puddle of emotions,

Like a scar beneath the skin.

Holding the depths of 

Unanswered questions of life.

On starless nights, do they knock

On people’s doors?

And when that drained sack of flesh

Comes to answer,

Will it recognize the stranger

Behind the door?

Or will I?

And before I locked them away,

Did I have the decency

To kiss their foreheads goodnight?

And when you turned the key,

Did you pretend

It wasn’t your own hand?

Author's Note

My best try, although I think this topic can be depicted in a million storylines. How do u like this interpretation? And are there any ways that i can improve, please let me know .♡