Mosaic

A world of fantasy
Waking dreams prevail
Spheres of both delight and fear
The remnants of the past

All of the errors
The presence of the dread
Converging on the mind
A mosaic of the truly lost

An effort towards assemblage
But the fragments rarely join
The fitting does not hold
Pieces disturbed by the wind

Say it is not so
The loss of acumen
It may be redeemed
But one can only hope.