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I have hopes. I have dreams.
And with outstretched arm, I reach for them.
Why shouldn't I?

Their promise of happiness in both journey and destination.

I am alive. I am free.
And driven by anticipation, I reach for them.
Am I almost there?

The sun is in my eyes, shining its rays of desire. Of aspiration. Of promise.

I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones.
And with my goals in front of me, I reach for them.
Can I finally embrace it?

But they dissolve in my grasp; just like wax they melt away in a trail of feathers.

I am falling. I am tumbling.
And as gravity pulls me away from my visions, I reach for them.
Is this the end?

Can I ever dream again? Perhaps not. Maybe it's for the best.

I am lost. I am dejected.
And as the voices of oblivion call out to me, I reach for them.
Is this my journey's end?


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This was a little bit of a vent to express the despair and disappointment that comes when we has dreams and expectations unfulfilled, leaving us feeling as if we were better off not having tried at all.

Amazing art by  storiel. I worked closely with her to get the feel just right and I'm really happy with how it turned out. This commission is a birthday gift from my housemates. They aren't furries but they knew I was one so they chipped in together for this. Love you guys XD

Don't forget to give the original submission some attention too, thanks!