Dreams?

Dreams?

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

I have these dreams that will never come true and they’re all about you.

I have these ambitions and goals that are in the sky, carving you into my eyes.

Now I’m on the brink of losing control and the fault is all my own.

So I’ve said words before that mean the world

And I mean them still as I speak, even as my body grows weak.

I have these dreams that I can’t believe I think up of, just like clouds of doves.

I have these images of the future that I have no clue if they’ll one day come true.

Now I’m seriously screaming inside this head for this heart to just drop dead

So I don’t have the feel the longing and the pain once again, and when

I think of you I’ll scream like it’s a dream.

I cannot escape, because if this is fate,

Then the tears in my eyes are real as what you feel.

Yes, I have these dreams daily and now I’ll make them a reality.

© 2011 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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I used to believe that things happened along a pre designed course, Fate. Yet as time passes, I've come to realize that we have it within ourselves to walk the direction we wish to walk. Sometimes the path may lead us to hell, but that teaches us something and we can correct, make a turn and choose a new path. Thus is the way of life...experience...awareness...thought...then action, which wraps back around to more experience so that everything else that follows is woven with a higher level of wisdom.
Reality...it's how you craft it. Or... how you destroy it. It's a choice.

A really deep piece that brings many things to mind. Great Ink!
Aaron

Posted 12 Years Ago


Powerful and intense, I really enjoyed this. Awesome write

Posted 12 Years Ago



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