our rib break and leave us wounded life,
the dream we tend to fantasize,
became dreamless and leaving us in daze.
we forward, chase and build,
but- it wasted, it gone,
as we try to breath in the wounded life,
the joyful life comes.
giving us hope and enchanting dream,
but-it snapped us out to the reality,
the reality of our broken wounded life--
-rr
