A weary traveller stranded in the storm,
an innocent teen, waitin to go to prom,
a dying man, wishing for longer he could live,
an angry lover, waiting for her beloved to forgive.
Somebody waiting for somethin to be said,
somebody waiting, for their silence to be read,
somebody wishing they could juss go away,
and yet somebody hoping,for longer to stay.
Hopes so pure, hopes so naive,
hopes are wht keeps us alive.
Blind eyes hopin tht someday they'll see,
"sans hope", life wud be a misery.
But hopes sometimes make us go weak,
and its they wch make facin reality seem bleak..
but human as we are, we continue to dream,
no matter how futile the case may seem.
But if it wasent for hopes, life wud be such a bore
and the world, no matter how beautiful, wud still seem sore,
and life wud lose all its charm , all its cream..
afterall nothin really happens, unless first a DREAM...:)
NEVER LOSE HOPE, DARE TO DREAM...ITS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS IN LIFE WE CAN CALL OUR OWN....:)
P.S: this poem was composed by me a long time bak whn i was officially a "dreamer"...lol...even remember postin it on my prev blog "reality sucks"..(lol!! the name itself juss goes to prove tht i was livin in a utopian world bak thn)...
well some ppl claim tht i still do...sigh! wonder wht they wud hav said if they knew me bak thn...lol!! ( a conversation wth a friend brought bak this memory n i actually went bak n fished it out...phew!)
but wht scares me sometimes is the thought tht maybe the "dreamer" in pri is still not dead yet...sheesh!!
dream on (its good once in a while)
but make sure u dont get soo lost tht u dont hav ur reality to lean back on :)