My dreams are drying
on a clothesline
that’s begun to look
a lot like barbed wire.
Shrunken dreams, had they dried,
would have been ripped to shreds at the hands of time.
We are but puppets,
and according to Shakespeare,
this world is but a stage.
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What a powerful image this clothesline presents. And then bringing in the stage as if it is a play to watch and not have control over. Well done.