For dreaming is an everyday habit, a lifeline, and probably my very best friend.
I believe that I am a dreamer, and a believer at the same time.
Dreaming is my only diversion from the harsh reality of this present world.
I dream of a fairy tale come true,
of love's sweetest kiss,
of a morning filled with joy and serenity
and of thy longing of a happy ending.
If only dreams were real, then I would gladly love life, always.
But who am I to say such?
Life wasn't meant to be just full of bright lovely colors,
it was made to be technicolor-ed, and somewhat gloomy, with the shadows were having.
Reality exists, we exist in reality.
We refuse to live a life full of chaos and confusion,
a day with hatred and regret,
and a night of endless tears and misery.
Reality exists, and I show utter disgust to the idea that it does.
Reality, is real.
No matter how hard I choose to escape, I always come back stranded, in my so called sea of dreams.
And as I awaken, I remember some fragments,
of the dreams I've once had..
"A dream is wish, your heart makes."
And now as I gently close my eyes, I shall hear the cries of yesterday,
of my heart gently beating,
asking its own desire,
to live a life, I wish I had.
Dreams are real, they exist in reality.
For as dreamers, we make it real.
Reality may never be changed, but I can always bring to life, my dreams.
Dreams, a lifeline of which I take in all the days of my life.
It's what keeps me going, it's what keeps me moving forward to live my reality.
I may never replace reality with my own simple dreams,
but I can always, bring joy and laughter to my reality through my dreams.