Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Dreaming

My life is nothing but a dream, a dream that i can't forget and my life is dangerous in everyday.
dreaming can kill you and it can create your life, its a painful thing to know that you can't dream but yet feel like dreaming.
Am i nothing but a dream created for the bed at night, nothing but water running allday but feels like dry.
i was dreaming at some point in this poem because am so lost in the dreamland that i became a dream myself.
left there for someone else to dream and create an image through there eyes.
sometimes my eyes need to be opened and shown the way of life and not through a dream cos
in a dream i could be anything, anything like anything and do anything.
dreams are dreams but dreams tell us about the person inside. the person that has been locked away in a place where the only way possible to get to that person is by dreaming.
i need to stop dreaming and start living, but how can you do that without dreams, well that's cos you can't. life is about learning new things and dreaming is gonna be with us until the end cos without dreams we all wouldn't know where we would end up doing.
Dreams are there to be made so start dreaming

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love this poem sweetie keep up the good work

Anonymous said...

my god love dis 1 keep doing wot ur doing xxx slimting