Abandoned Dreams

I threw my dreams, and I began to live. I threw them at the gate of time—sealed; And I let them die, along with my curiosity: For ever buried in a mystery! What is the worth if now I rue them? If mine they could not be, and I could not keep them? Half-dead with them myself as well I am: — Why should I fear to bid farewell? I turned my back and I walked away, Towards No-Where, in dark: towards No-Way: I placed my faith in God, and I shall see, What predestined path He grants to me. Without my dreams since then I live: — I have a breath; therefore, —I must live! I chase the past; Time's running chasing me, Until one day…till I will cease to be.