\' Dream\' is such a simple word, but not so simple at the same time ,
A dream for which people sacrifice their whole lives just to justify its meaning .
I remember I dreamt once about unicorns and fairies, butterflies and superheroes ,
But , where did all of them suddenly go away ?
I open my eyes, and I\'m standing at the bridge of adulthood ,
Making decisions for my life, even when I didn\'t even live it enough.
Everyone\'s saying different things ,
Everyone\'s giving advice ,
But why do I hear none of it?
Do I really hear it?
Or is it my soul who doesn\'t want to listen?
Those fairies and butterflies are gone now.
I can\'t see the shining stars, even if they\'re shining the brightest.
Maybe it\'s because I\'m surrounded by my own shadows.
My own thoughts are hiding the stars I want to see.
Dreams are meant to come true , people said .
They are the ones who keeps life moving.
But what if I don\'t have any dreams?
What if I don\'t want to become somebody?
I\'m the reason for my own happiness and anxiety.
I\'m the reason the butterflies are gone.
And alas,
I lost myself between the clouds.
with my own thoughts.