Can it be possible
That life is nothing but a dream?
Maybe one day well wake up,
Only to find that none of it was real.
All the joys and sorrows
Of victories and defeats,
The feeling of hope and love
Were as surreal as they seemed.
All the mountains and oceans
And tress and life,
The friends we made, the tears we cried.
Those moments of elation and the feelings we had,
The times we spent eating candy and laying back in the sand.
The pretty dresses we wanted and the heels we admired
The musicians we wanted to meet and ambitions we wanted to fulfill,
Were nothing but fragments of our imagination.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Can it be possible
That life is nothing but a dream?
Maybe one day well wake up,
Only to find that none of it was real.
All the joys and sorrows
Of victories and defeats,
The feeling of hope and love
Were as surreal as they seemed.
All the mountains and oceans
And tress and life,
The friends we made, the tears we cried.
Those moments of elation and the feelings we had,
The times we spent eating candy and laying back in the sand.
The pretty dresses we wanted and the heels we admired
The musicians we wanted to meet and ambitions we wanted to fulfill,
Were nothing but fragments of our imagination.
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