Unveiling the Hidden Depths of Dreams: Ian Fletcher’s Poetic Journey Beyond Reality
Isn’t it curious how dreams cling to youth like a second skin—vivid, untamed, and seemingly endless? Yet, as we age, those once-fiery aspirations quietly fade, becoming mere shadows of memory. But does that mean the dreams truly vanish, or do they simply transform into a gentle comfort that soothes the soul? I find this poem both a melancholic nod and a tender tribute to the restless heart of youth—reminding us that while dreams may wane, the peace they leave behind is a prize few recognize. It’s a delicate dance between longing and acceptance, isn’t it? Dive into this evocative reflection, and perhaps you’ll glimpse your own faded ambitions smiling back with unexpected serenity. LEARN MORE
When I was young
I had my dreams
for who that is young
does not have dreams?
But now I am old
the dreams have gone
and are but memories
yet I remain at ease
for once I was young
and had my dreams.
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