Remembering

What ever happened to that?
That story, the one
you projected
the one you called a dream
That story
your life?

Have you forgotten it,
little one?
Have you been tortured
and blinded
bound and binded?
Have you been washed,
bleached and diluted?
Mixed up with
the daily shuffle?
Lost in the masses
Losing faith in your advances?

Have you forgotten,
my beautiful one?
You still have you.
That was never lost.
You still have
what it is you came and sought.
That story
that dream
that song that you sing...
You have life!
You have a day
an whether it be cloudy and gray
cold as a winter's night
whether it be rainy, sunny,
hot and bright
take it.

It's still yours.
No one else's.
You have you life
you have your day
you have your story
and you have you.
So be it.

No one else will do it for you.