What happens to a life without dreams?

Is it like a shattered dish.
Or it is a cold maze that can never finish.
Or like a poisoned fish
That cannot make a wish.

Is it like a very sharp lash?
Or it’s like a very cold ash.
Or a very big car crash
That cannot dash

Is it like a book without pages?
Or dessert without sugars
Or trees
Without any leaves

Maybe it gets abandoned inside a trash pile,

Or does it melt!!!???