I live through stories and dreams

things in reality I cannot achieve.

I see many different and countless worlds

and then go right through them all.

I can be whoever I want

a princess, the wind or an ant,

teaching, healing, being a guidance,

no limits for the imagination's horizon.

As long as there's a night,

I won't stop going to dreams' land,

as long as there are books,

I'll always be able to fly to the moon.

No one can stop me from dreaming

as long as I keep living,

as long as I keep smiling,

as long as I keep flying.

Don't cut my wings, please,

they're all I have in me,

cause the only hope I have right now

is bringing my dreams outside,

hoping they'll survive

and maybe, one day, come alive.

We can live through reality because of our dreams. Thought about it before? Life would be hopeless and pointless if dreams wouldn't exist. Night dreams, day dreams. Both important.

Cathegory: poem for thinking.