no place to go

What is love with no place to go? But a butterfly beating gilt wings in a glass house, Each flutter an echo of freedom remembered. If not self-delusion - A mirror crafted from wishes, Reflecting only what we long to find. If not bitter awakening - Sweet promises turned to ash on the tongue, The aftertaste of dreams dissolved. If not hope misplaced - Seeds scattered on barren concrete, Waiting for soil that will never yield.