Watching her dreams fade away,

I’ve seen this all too much. 

She sits by the door of dreams hoping she an reach for a touch. 

Her dreams stay alive, only through her imagination but her imagination becomes yielded by the mornings dew of realization. Suddenly, she decides to stop. Gazing at her reflection from bottom to top. She stops for a moment and rehearses a quote, “I can be what I yearn to be...just watch me and you’ll see”.