but it's lost

Where do dreams go to die?
Are they lost themselves?
Is that where we get them?
They float freely
And drift into heads
Burrowing into hearts
To overcome the dread of the ones before
Are they orphans holding out for adoption
Who once they are to old hang out under bridges until they grow old and die
The means to happen to survive  lost
But it's lost
Those dreams
Lost
Like me
And maybe you
But it's lost
Ask hope
Without direction
But it's lost
It will tell you
Does it get lost in the dark woods
And get eaten by the big bad wolf
Saved and reaped
By robin hood
Given to the hopeless
Like coins to the poor
Carried to dying grandmothers by girls in red hoods
To put a smile on a face
Ageless or aged with grace
But it's lost
Are some dreams
Lost in torn images
And bodies
Broken
Set aflame
Arrested and given the chair
Maybe lethal injection
To quicken it's lost
Stabbed in back alleys
Shot in the back
On a block
That's a little to dark
Raped in the bathroom of clubs and bars
As they are held behind bars
But it's lost
We whisper
It's not...
Mute voices
Scream back
It's lost
The dreams
But it's lost
Is all we hear