Where I ask, do they go?

do they wash down life upon the River Nile?
or hover around the sky hoping; someone someday, shall find?

do they lay on the floor, naked and bare,
looking for one, on them to wear

or do they return to the Maker,
to be reborn with another, later?

where do broken dreams go?
up till now, I still wonder

do they follow the waters, Row! Row!! Row!!!
seeking where next they shall go?

or like Man, are they too ephemeral
living only in a world full of temporals

where do broken dreams go?
up till now, I still wonder where.