We are addicted to dreaming and hoping the impossible, Aren't we?
Scattering and flickering,
my aspirations are like drops
Falling into the ocean deep
of others' desires, buried,
never to resurface again.
Sometimes I stand by the side
and watch people pass me by.
I stop a few on an impulse
and ask "Have your dreams come true?"
"Have you been granted all that
you ever desired and more?"
I do so because deep down I'm scared
Of dreaming the impossible,
Of failing miserably.
I get the answers mostly negative.
Some shake their heads, remarking,
Life's not fair. Some give
a non-commital "no". And some just break down
Shattered to realize where life has led them.
But where would I be
Without my dreams?
For scattering and flickering,
They are the reason I survive each day.
Like transient bubbles of soap they are,
That vanish when reality doth approach.
But in my mind, when I sleep,
They come to me - like water
In they seep.
All my grandest plans and ideas
Recieve life, and awaken in majesty
Shimmering and flickering
So near and yet so far away.
And scattering and flickering
My dream remains intact.
A fragile idea in my mind
that I'll forever cherish
For it is mine.
But in the end
These are just dreams, illusions
That do dance in the weak light
Of my imaginations.
They make a believer out of me
Take me to heights I never knew existed,
Let me soar and throw me down . I only
Sigh and say - "Ah, I believed too much
In a fickle dream". And turn to start
Dreaming once again...