This world will throw you storms,
Sending shock waves to your knees.
They'll make you taste sugar.
Then watch you as you crumble.
They'll stake their claim.
Decide your name.
Tell you.
You're good.
Just not good enough.
Dreams you hold dear.
Will die out faster than any star.
This world will teach you.
Your blood, sweat and tears.
It's the only way.
You can live to survive.
Just for another day.
In a world that was rigged.
From the day you were born.
This world can be cruel.
That is why it needs you.
To shine the way.
You were always supposed to.
This world will take everything.
So you mustn't give your dreams away.
When they tell you.
To stop looking at the sky.
Do it anyways.
This world ran on dreams.
Long before reality.
An old poem I found in my notebook and wanted to share. This one is a bit more polished and was the message I wanted to get across then. This one is to the dreamers like me.