Unfinished AspirationsUN-discarded projects gathering dust on cluttered garage shelves.Though time and circumstance have been cruel, hope stays tenacious.UN-crystallized ideas, pushed to the back of musty cupboards.Stained curtains and shoeboxes of scrapsstealing their limelight.Unfinished PoetryWithers like seedlings awaiting rain.Left neglected, it remains foreverscribbles on paper.Days drift past un-seized until our river of tomorrows runs dry. If hindsight were bequeathed, would become dreamsforegone Millenium conclusions?
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