They once floated

along the silver-lined

clouds of hope.

Bobbing around

with a narrowly defined purpose,

they found comfort in the ideas most.

Never a plan followed through,

their dreams stayed as such.

The hope turned dark,

tainted with nihilistic disgust.

Former clouds became walls,

capturing their spirit

despite fading cries to soar on.

The key to the door,

inside,

he could not find.

A way out was purely

within her mind.