March dribbles - 14

I’ll pick my path,
Betrailed with dusty breadcrumbs so
I’ll know which way to go.

I’ll find my dream,
Feasting on others’ memories and know
How deep it seems.

I’ll capture hope,
Enwrap the witch in cage of my designing
Till it dies

Then live my own sweet merry way.

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