Arbor Drive


Gray buildings home to desolation.
No gates but it blocked ambition.
The only thing we had was us,
But idle nonsense we did discuss.

But I must remember:
Within this dry and desolate arbor
An unkempt floral rose did bloom.

When you finally moved away,
You set off to pursue those dreams.
But in this lonely place I stayed,
And I'm stuck here, so it seems.

Not alone, but by myself;
They place dreams upon the shelf,
And now they're collecting dust,
But I will reach for them, I must.

Like a little boy, I grabbed that jar
And savored the taste of aspiration.
My dreams are now the North Star;
I'll follow it to my destination.

And I must remember:
Within this dry and desolate arbor
An unkempt floral rose did bloom.

I must remember.

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