Fallen Down

There was a time, not too long ago (so long ago)

When I stood amidst the ashes of my failure

A dream unwrought by misplaced trust

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By failing health and my own laziness

Yet even ashes nourish soil. In defeat I turned to a new cause worthwhile

To be a shepherd of broken things.

The discarded, unwanted and forgotten.

It's no search for truth, not a grand crusade.

Yet its worth remains the same

My happiness is almost what it seems

Reduce, reuse, recycle was never meant for dreams.