Dreams are something you cannot obtain,
Wishes are something you want to gain,
Goals are something you work to earn,
Memories are something that rot in vain.

When opportunities come,
Other ones go,
Which ones you must take,
Nobody can know,
For that is lifes game,
To which we all play,
Pick your best card,
Or it all goes away.

Pretending the ending,
Is bringing new beginning,
Pretending the beginning,
Is bringing new ending,
For that which we want,
For that which we have,
For that which we need,
For all that we have.

Left right up down,
Bring them all to the ground,
For that is where my feet stay,
And where my children will learn to play,
For on the ground I finally see,
My dreams behold and come to me,
The door I chose was not the one,
But better I had it all for one.