My dreams; what are my dreams?
Can I call them dreams?
The fortune, the fame, the stares
Those are my dreams
Not just my dreams
But everyone else’s dreams
As I stare into the mirror I see failure
What ever happened to those dreams?
Disappeared, shattered, lost forever
I dig in and try to find those dreams
From night to night searching everyday
But nothing; I stopped searching
Little by little the dreams came back
Or were they dreams?
I don’t think so
This was real
So now I look in the mirror
I see the same person
Noticing that dreams are possible
And life gets to you in the most mystifying ways
So then I ask myself again; what are my dreams?