Dream, Locked but Alive...
Letting go has become a habit these days,
A silent surrender I never meant to master.
I don’t know when I’ll escape this haze,
Each goodbye only pulls me in faster.
Love becomes a burden, heavy and deep,
A chain we cradle, unable to break.
We ache in silence, and still we keep
Holding on, for memory’s sake.
Like a cat who once dreamed of a golden fish,
But feeds on silver sprats to calm her ache.
She’s known this longing, quiet, foolish,
Year after year, a hunger she fakes.
Still she watches, eyes fixed on the glass,
Where the golden one swims, untouched, adored.
Not new to her, this ache won’t pass
She waits outside what she can’t afford.
Then one day, the fish leaps high,
Escaping its crystal, delicate dome.
She rushes near with a hopeful cry,
Her tongue brushes the gold she longed to own.
But he appears, the keeper, bold and kind,
Who holds the fish close, his treasure, his light.
He shields it gently, heart and mind,
Hidden from the cat’s longing eyes.
He loves the golden more than he knows,
Enough to give it a second start.
While the little cat quietly bows,
With a silent crack in her heart.
There she waits, by the crystal bowl,
Watching the glass house gleam and gleam.
How long must she carve her soul,
For a queen who lives in a dream?
Letting go has become a habit these days,
A silent surrender I never meant to master.
I don’t know when I’ll escape this haze,
Each goodbye only pulls me in faster.
Love becomes a burden, heavy and deep,
A chain we cradle, unable to break.
We ache in silence, and still we keep
Holding on, for memory’s sake.
Like a cat who once dreamed of a golden fish,
But feeds on silver sprats to calm her ache.
She’s known this longing, quiet, foolish,
Year after year, a hunger she fakes.
Still she watches, eyes fixed on the glass,
Where the golden one swims, untouched, adored.
Not new to her, this ache won’t pass
She waits outside what she can’t afford.
Then one day, the fish leaps high,
Escaping its crystal, delicate dome.
She rushes near with a hopeful cry,
Her tongue brushes the gold she longed to own.
But he appears, the keeper, bold and kind,
Who holds the fish close, his treasure, his light.
He shields it gently, heart and mind,
Hidden from the cat’s longing eyes.
He loves the golden more than he knows,
Enough to give it a second start.
While the little cat quietly bows,
With a silent crack in her heart.
There she waits, by the crystal bowl,
Watching the glass house gleam and gleam.
How long must she carve her soul,
For a queen who lives in a dream?
Note: Golden fish is reffered to a dream, not a person. This has no relation with anyone in zozo.
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