The music echoed softly
Through the halls as I
Sat alone, wondering
About my future, and
Questioning my past.
All the plans that I
Once made for the future
Had proven to be
Unreachable dreams, while
The events of my past,
Once recalled to mind,
Served only to upset me.
The hopes and dreams for
Which I once groped,
Seemed now to be perched
Atop an enormous mound
Of frustration, and failure.
However, I decided
To continue to strive,
In the hopes that I
Might somehow reach my goals.
Then suddenly, just as I saw
My hopes and dreams appear
Before me, within my reach,
I awoke.
Feb. 10, 1981
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