We all dream about things we wanted in life, and things that we feel
we deserve, but more often either we loose things or we find out that
what we knew and dreamed of where incorrect, impossible, and
irreplaceable..
As a child my imaginations were queer,
What's the world outside I would fear,
In my dreams of blue grass and purple sky,
Things would just float, and hopes would fly.
I grew up to know, I was so wrong,
I grew up to know, dreams do lie.
As a kid, I dreamt of space,
Where stars would be so near,
I'll tie them up with a lace.
That someday I'll grow up and touch the moon,
And all my dreams shattered , soon.
As a teen my fantasies just grew,
But they were all fake, deep down I knew.
When I spent hours gazing fireflies and stars,
I was so sure there is life on mars.
And my Science teacher told it's not true,
I felt betrayed by everyone I knew.
I faced it all, All those writings on the wall,
Every dream that I painted there,
Ended up getting tainted somewhere.
I gathered courage to face it like am adult,
If not this then in which world?
I read too many romantic stories,
That charm, beauty, eternal glory,
I had faith that love does exists,
I didn't know why everyone resists.
But there is so much pain, and heartache,
I realized truth is hard to take.
Its not the world as we always dream of,
And some dreams better be broken.
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