What would it be like to wake up and live
The dream that i dreamed, when i was nothing but a kid?
The fancy cars parked in a garage – size of a house,
dwarfed by the isolated mansion somewhere in the south.
To wake up next to a beautiful woman who is just as smart,
Wet kisses and warm embrace, lost in a passionate romance
And the room just for me decorated with my personality
where I write and find satisfaction with the life I’ve built.
Alas, it is but a dream of a boy who is old but yet to grow
who wakes up each day with a wish but no solid goals;
No motivation just endless wishful thinking
To live an easy life and be the man he’s dreamt of being.
Passion is his friend but action, a mere stranger,
whom he tries to acquaint but he’s doomed for failure
He doesn’t do much but comforts himself about tomorrow
but tomorrow is too tired to come back again, as he has now grown old
In my death bed, I dream again. About the possibilities
that could have been a reality if not for my apathy;
About the life I could’ve had
which was more than just a discouraging fact
But clocks they chime and the bells they toll
signalling my death with no more days to go.
I wake up to a familiar small room.
the walls, they, are dull and the bed small
Another day has come and I am still young
The dreams – they’re too bold
but I am relieved –
for tomorrow will come.
Jacksombre 