Dreams 💫

' 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.