Wednesday, 4 June 2014


I carry with me a dream
I think we all have dreams
That we pursue and hope
This is my dream
And it terrifies me

For every step taken
Brings me closer and closer
To where either
My dream lies or should lie

We dream our dreams
Painting them into our minds
In such detail that
They seem obtainable to us
We carry them with us

But how can it ever be what we imagine?
Our mind creates something
And our destiny is to
Fail to obtain it

So, with every step
I am torn between
Joy and fear
I am one step closer towards the dream
And one step closer towards the realisation that
The dream is nothing like what I imagined

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely beautiful! Have you ever been published?