dream ceased

She paints a picture every day

of the reality she believes she can create

of the things she wants to achieve and how to make her way

The picture fades as the night falls

despite her efforts of giving it her all

It was never going to be a masterpiece

for her to hang on the wall

It was always going to be a dream ceased

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The picture is an image, a dream that slipped away

Because she cannot create her own fate

and when she tries it results in an eternal wait

Even on the days that she believes she has made a gain

Her shattered dreams, against her fate, leave her writhing in pain

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And what is fate?

It’s where you are and when

The present time

fate is now and not then