They say that dreams are far off wishes
That we can try and try
But we won't succeed
That we'll settle for something less
Than the promise of what we started with
Is it not foolish
To pluck flower petals and wish on their beauty
For a fragment of the reality we crave
That's worlds away
Patience dies out
The resolve diminishes
To pursue a dream gone wrong
To give up on something we haven't yet got.
And again, we wish for something new
Something less than before
A back up to settle for
The satisfaction of 'just okay'
Is enough to keep us breathing
The loss of a better tomorrow
Is a hole left unfilled.