my goals in this life .. are like a white raven ...
so easy to imagine ... so hard to believe ...
my dreams in this life are the ones i can achieve ...
not the ones I forget the moment i open my eyes ...
not the ones people speak about after the achiever dies ...
you see my dreams ...
they are strong ... wild ... and alive ...
they don't belong to people ... or wait to be realized ...
my dreams are me ...
they are my name in disguise ...
might not be so big in size ...
might not sound genius and wise ...
but they are the prettiest part of me ...
the confidence that's built with in me ...
I hold them high above my head
like a mother so proud of her kid ....
and when ever life slaps me so hard ...
I don't think of tears to shed ...
or think of a past that is so dead ...
I just spread their soft presence on my skin ....
they bring peace to this heart ...
they heal wounds that is so sour and tart ...
where they mix and blend ...
fix what has been broken and rent ...
creating this piece of art ...
and I'm not rhyming them to emphasis ...
or telling you that life sounds easy when you dream and fantasize ...
that would be me telling nothing but lies ...
my dreams are the exponent of life ...
it's what makes this chest go down and rise ...
and whenever i ask my self ... why me ?
why is it my existence that it tries to defies ?
I remember that life is not just about living long with loose bonds and ties ...
it's my dreams and goals that it defines ...
