A Dream
I once had a dream, it was a beautiful dream.
It was starry night spent by the ocean, the dieing embers of a modest bonfire casting there last gazes upon me feet before there heat and light faded into that of the night around me. The soft sound of the waves rolling in and rolling out.
It was a Saturday morning deep in the covers of my bed warm and secure allowing life to fly by as I just laid in bed and wishing for the feeling not end. Oblivious to date, time, and purpose just existing in the most basic state, awake only enough to enjoy the rarity of the whole experience.
It was walk around an icy river making trails in the snow, the sound of silence ringing in my ears. My eyes where to dazzled by the spectacle of white before me. To even identify where I was or who I was with. Tracks of animals and the occasional snow man dotted the landscape like brief reservoirs of reality trapped in fiction.
I dreamed this dream for what seems like an eternity, but even en eternity comes to an end. I fought as hard as I could I tried all my tricks and schemes. The harder it became to harder I tried I lived off of hope and a dream of a dream. I was blinded by my passion and I soon realized that dreams come and go. I had grown too attached to the dream of my past. It was the hardest thing to do, to watch my dream slowly slip away
I realize now that someone else more deserving than I needs that dream. If I held on any longer I will break it. So I pass you the dream and hopes it will make you as happy as it did me. True I never really owned the dream I never could have called it my own.
I pray that it warms you at night like it did me. I Pray that it makes you happy like it did me, I pray that it makes you feel special and unique like it did me, I pray that it makes you feel sad when it is not around like it did me. I pray that you treat the dream like the treasure it is, as I did. Because if you do then it will remain for ever yours.
Life without a dream is not worth living, if you manage to obtain this dream. Then guard it carefully and hold on tight for the dream you hold is worthy of a god. Admire it for its beauty and simplicity and admire it for it's cracks and flaws admire it for all it is. For I did
I look to the future and for a dream to call my own, I will always remember my beautiful dream, and hold a special place in my heart for it. But I must find my own dream now; I just pray that the new dream finds me as beautiful as I will find it.
I hope, you are happy, I am, It took me forever to realize what I wanted was already there.
It was starry night spent by the ocean, the dieing embers of a modest bonfire casting there last gazes upon me feet before there heat and light faded into that of the night around me. The soft sound of the waves rolling in and rolling out.
It was a Saturday morning deep in the covers of my bed warm and secure allowing life to fly by as I just laid in bed and wishing for the feeling not end. Oblivious to date, time, and purpose just existing in the most basic state, awake only enough to enjoy the rarity of the whole experience.
It was walk around an icy river making trails in the snow, the sound of silence ringing in my ears. My eyes where to dazzled by the spectacle of white before me. To even identify where I was or who I was with. Tracks of animals and the occasional snow man dotted the landscape like brief reservoirs of reality trapped in fiction.
I dreamed this dream for what seems like an eternity, but even en eternity comes to an end. I fought as hard as I could I tried all my tricks and schemes. The harder it became to harder I tried I lived off of hope and a dream of a dream. I was blinded by my passion and I soon realized that dreams come and go. I had grown too attached to the dream of my past. It was the hardest thing to do, to watch my dream slowly slip away
I realize now that someone else more deserving than I needs that dream. If I held on any longer I will break it. So I pass you the dream and hopes it will make you as happy as it did me. True I never really owned the dream I never could have called it my own.
I pray that it warms you at night like it did me. I Pray that it makes you happy like it did me, I pray that it makes you feel special and unique like it did me, I pray that it makes you feel sad when it is not around like it did me. I pray that you treat the dream like the treasure it is, as I did. Because if you do then it will remain for ever yours.
Life without a dream is not worth living, if you manage to obtain this dream. Then guard it carefully and hold on tight for the dream you hold is worthy of a god. Admire it for its beauty and simplicity and admire it for it's cracks and flaws admire it for all it is. For I did
I look to the future and for a dream to call my own, I will always remember my beautiful dream, and hold a special place in my heart for it. But I must find my own dream now; I just pray that the new dream finds me as beautiful as I will find it.
I hope, you are happy, I am, It took me forever to realize what I wanted was already there.