first of mine
I was born with no desires and fears,
They put dreams in my eyes & ears.
Dreams so big, they reached the skies.
Then I grew up & understood their lies.
They said you could be anyone,
no dream is out of reach.
I guess it was just a figure of speech.
I built new dreams from scratch,
sometimes modified old ones to match.
Learn and practice, Learn and practice, it’s a long fight,
and I should repeat it every day and every night.
Things got better, I felt like I could,
I just have to reach a little more,
and then I would.
Life happened again and slapped me so hard,
I fell down to square one.
I was off guard.
Now I feel broken, empty from inside,
but still, there is only one thing in my mind.
Now they say don’t go back,
don’t repeat.
Those dreams are out of your reach.
I don’t care what they preach,
what they teach.
Maybe now I just love,
chasing the dreams out of my reach.
