Death Of A Dream Poem by Melpomene's Tears

Some people say it's made out of fluffy pink candy
clouds of it just floating about aimlessly
you can hop on it
travel to a veiled land we call La La

Some say it makes life worth
all the aches and agony
it gives strength to carry on
to move hills, mountains and highlands

Some say death is a price well paid
for its fulfillment
brands them more worthy
to be its owners

But I ask
if dreams are what life is made of
if dreams are pillars that hold our hopes
if dreams be the balm to soothe a restless soul
what do we do
when we can dream no more?