Infinite Dreams and Limited Time

A thousand voices
Maybe more
Call out within my mind
Praying for life
And tempting me with dreams
A multitude of rabbit holes
That merge
Into a maze of adventures
I wish to follow
Grant every dream some flesh
Forged of ink and paper
Or virtual font
To cast the voices
Into a world they see
Through my eyes
And memories
The challenge is time
Younger days are wasted
Because we think there is tomorrow
Lost moments build
And our tomorrows are limited
We remember we are finite
Dreams panic and scream
As they see oblivion

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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23 Responses to Infinite Dreams and Limited Time

  1. A terrific poem, Charles. It captures the feeling of lost time perfectly. The last line was genius.

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  2. Benie_Langat says:



  3. L. Marie says:

    Beautiful poem, but very sad. I hope you’ll someday have time to capture those dreams on paper.


  4. ospreyshire says:

    That is definitely relatable since I feel like I haven’t done enough and I’ve been disillusioned in multiple creative fields.

    Also, did you get my comment for that homage post? I don’t think it showed up.


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