Broken Dreams

I keep my dreams up high on a shelf in jars and vases. I put them up there because I thought it was a safe place. As it turns out, that shelf isn't all I had hoped. Time after time something comes along a knocks another one of those dream jars off the shelf. Sometimes it's a small dream or maybe just a wish - but I still feel a sting of regret or disappointment whenever one falls to the ground.

I still have jars up on that shelf, with the faint hope of being able to fill them with memories of fulfillment. It's just that there are just so many shattered dreams lying all over that's it hard not to cut myself on the broken glass.