An ice cream is a soft served dream
Gloriously layered like a tower reaching for the sky
You give it constant care and attention
But it slowly melts and loses shape
Sometimes it breaks and falls down
Filling your empty stomach with disappointment
Some dreams never come true
They tease your eyes with a delicious promise
Before they hit the pavement and flatten in an instant
Empty handed, you wipe your hands and play it cool
Maybe a dog will come and lick your soft served dream off the concrete
Maybe the rain will wash it off in the gutter and erase the memory of your defeat
Either way, you have to keep walking.
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