The feeling of finally seeing the stars  
After travelling so far.
The idea that the dream
That you thought up when you were five
Could become reality.

But truth is a danger,
Reality’s weapon.
A deadly encounter
That will tear your aspiration limb from limb.

Leave it intoxicated on a pavement,
In a state worse than the end of life itself.
Expectation will hide
At the sight of torture.

When reality strikes
The battle is already lost.