A Lost Dream

This is something I wrote in high school. Our prompt was to emulate a piece of writing we admired. I recently came across this while digging through old journals.

What happens to a lost dream?

Is it forgotten like the memories of the past?

Or is it renewed, like a vow?

Is it deferred, like the rainbow of a storm?

Do you find it seething in the sun, boiling and

Evaporating away into nothing?

Or do you find it in a treasure box,

Safe and hidden away?

Does it weigh you down

Or lift you up?

Does it come back to you?

And do you take it back?