Holding to a dream might be easy
Following the dream might be hard
Living the dream might be impossible
But having a dream might be
A million of possibilities.
Chasing my dream, my target
Deep within my bulky hand lies
The dream and sometimes dreams
Driven and controlled
Daily happenings that rule my dream.
The ability to live my dream, I don’t know
The ability I have but, don’t know still how
The ability I feel inside me, yet I don’t know it
The ability that ruins my dream
Because I’ve not realized my ability
No ability, no ‘my dream’.
Nobody seems to understand me
While my dream dies within me
My cries smother each day
The dream dying each day
Yet I want to live my dream
I just want to know who I am.