Dying City

Walking through the ruins of a dream I once held dear

Seeing only desolation and emptiness down here

I raised this city of a dream, I did it oh so fast

But the essence is so near death, its life now in the past

The wind howls through the barren streets, cold and unforgiving

Sapping away at my very will to go on living

I seek shelter behind a crumbling wall

Anything to stave off the chilling squall

Rain beats down mercilessly without pause

As I huddle pathetically behind the wall, a rebel without a cause

All alone and broken-hearted, as the rain mingles with my tears

As they both slide down my face, as I watch my city dear

Turn to dust, and nothingness and air

As I stand there in the rain, in the zenith of my despair

Then it hit me, like a paper ball casually thrown

Perhaps it is a good thing that I had only known

The dream for such a short time, so the memories

Of that which I mention as a dream allegory

Are mercifully few, for the time was brief

But so sweet the were, reminiscence brings nought but grief

It is better to love and lost than never loved at all

To take that plunge and risk that painful fall

And along with that epiphany came the light

The rise of the sun heralding the end of night

Storm clouds stop pouring and begin to slowly clear

And gone with them are my sorrow and my fear

My city still lies in ruins, but now it’s far from dying

Life still hides in the cracks, so far from expiring

Should I try to rebuild it? Or should I start anew?

Start once over again or search for lands afield?

No matter, I have plenty of time to decided

How the resurrect this dream which almost died

Once again, I walk through the ruins of a dear I once held dear

But now, in a different light, with hope and second chances here.