Why must dreams end,
Ruining all the fun,
Making me face truth,
With the rising sun?
Why must I wonder,
If it is only me,
Or if everyone wants,
Their dreams to be?
Dreams bring much;
Peace, happiness, and more,
But they always end,
With the knocking at my door.
I never want it to end,
When it is so calm,
And the world outside,
Is a ticking bomb.
My dreams keep me in tact,
Never must I let go,
No matter how high the sun,
It will always get low.
I hang on to my dreams,
But only by a thread,
Time is leaving quickly;
Crumbling like bread.
Why must I awake,
To the burning light,
When it is most obvious,
I won't win this fight?
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