Dreams
Of spiraling roads
Fill my lungs
With peaceful delusion

They drift on 
Fated to crumble
Exiled, from my lurching thoughts

I pull away
From my foremost hopes
Away from the conquest
That loops
Through the empty nights

To no avail
Shall be each tale’s
Cruel and sure demise

The death of fables
Hastily spun
For the greater good of youth