Remembering 2020

 And no more left dreams were right 
 With no more hopes nor aims in sight. 
 I chopped my dreams, I chopped them small 
 Until they were all bleeding, all, all.  

 With no more dreams to spare,
 How could I learn to live, to love, to dare? 
 I buried the ashes of my dreams. 
 Some were rotten. Some were seeds.