What happens to our dreams and hopes…

Where do they go?

They wither…they die and fade away. Like the people carrying them.

Wither and fade like ancient grass in the harsh autumn wind.

Hopes and dreams are carried with people, when they die, so do their dreams and hopes.

All we are is drifting in time, with illusions of happiness and joy to spend our time for us.

There is nothing we can do but one thing… be content with what we have here and now.


For all we are is drifting in the sands of time…and when drifting there is only two options…


Keeping occupied…or Death.

When Death comes for us, with his cold hands, we have stopped drifting…




We are saved….