Dreams…is that what you live for?
Sure, that’s what you hope for.
But what if you stand on your very dream
And dream no more since it’s there
You can see.
Well, thinking and longing for old times
When dreams were just dreams
And not yet facts.
For isn’t the hoping what we enjoy the most?
Isn’t the expecting what we now boast of?
Yes, dreams are sweet.
But their sweetness comes from their root
And not from their flowers.
It’s the apparent impossibility
With which they are varnished
That keeps us expecting
And pushes us forward.
And what if your dream
Looks at you face to face?
Then you will hold its hand
And beg human nature
To help you pursue another one.