daily assault

hopefully, fingers crossed, knock on wood and 
turn around 3 times counterclockwise 
we will have a breakthrough of some luck
juxtaposing my dreams with the cement wall
that my head keeps hitting 
when I look for answers
some will say "cry me a river"
and I have
but that doesn't help anything anyway.
lost another one on this journey
vital to the plan but time ran out
the sun set on dried up dream of the day
the plan of the century
the parts were in progress
coming in closer others moving away farther
fluid in motion
rotating around the central theme
the BIG idea
it's going to happen.
any day now
tomorrow
the next day
just keep the momentum going
don't stop to pick up the pieces
of broken lives
promises
don't look back
it will only make your heart ache more with
the opportunities lost, the bridges burned
the youth's luster faded and dull
the decay and destruction left behind
onward soldiers brave foot forward
shield your underbelly from
the the poking and prodding
from the judgements, expectations and
evaluation of all failures
before the condescending few that matter
and the most that don't
but morning flushes with dew the prospects of
promise
scratched and scarred souls
keep dragging the dream forward
to the finish line
hopefully....
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~lucya lebid (c)