The Real Dream

As the days of young turn old,

we stand at the same cliff of life

beyond which lies the shore of calm
beyond which lies the Sea of Rest,

where we shall struggle no more

What made us diffrent from the others is a matter of our self-pride for we lived on the same soil
and in the end, we die under the same sky

And if this is the so called reality,

Were those days an illusion?
Or,were those days A Real Dream

Should I reckon this
or should I dive into the soothing tides
and take this happy drown....?

And live no more
just to live on.... In.... your memories....and end this memoir..