What Became of the Dream

I had a dream, but it quickly faded. I wonder how I got here. The road ahead feels dimly shaded, Lit only by a flicker of fear. I wonder how I got here With calloused feet and stories untold. Lit only by a flicker of fear, My youth now traded in for gold. With calloused feet and stories untold, I trace the cracks in the mirror’s glaze. My youth now traded in for gold Lost in the soft collapse of days. I trace the cracks in the mirror’s glaze, The road ahead feels dimly shaded. Lost in the soft collapse of days, I had a dream, but it quickly faded.