Happiness is a vivid dream
Reached by ladders made of sand
And vines made of water.
An arduous journey it may be,
If it results in a weightless heart,
Why don’t we take a break from a pointless reality.
Perhaps happiness isn’t just the mirage of an oasis.
Maybe, you leave unscathed footprints when you climb up and down
But,the paths seem to change every time. No trace of the footprints, no bread crumbs from the previous journeys.
Paths may change. Impressions last. Those breadcrumbs you left, Might chaperon two kids to a haven.
A hearth where reality isn’t too harsh, where mercy isn’t a favour and happiness is a dream,not.
But why don’t they last forever? Those labyrinth of coral caves, where you walk on the clouds and see the waves floating above. Aren’t castles supposed to be strong, no matter what they are made up of?
But this is a mere castle of dreams, a castle with corridors filled with love, hope. A castle, that exists inside your head and mind.
A mere castle that is powerful enough to deceive mankind’s physics. A house of cards built with immense caution crumbles when the clock strikes six?
A Cinderella spell has been cast upon it perhaps, when the tower’s bells toll, the dream crumbles and reality awakes.
Perhaps.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Happiness is a vivid dream
Reached by ladders made of sand
And vines made of water.
An arduous journey it may be,
If it results in a weightless heart,
Why don’t we take a break from a pointless reality.
Perhaps happiness isn’t just the mirage of an oasis.
Maybe, you leave unscathed footprints when you climb up and down
But,the paths seem to change every time. No trace of the footprints, no bread crumbs from the previous journeys.
Paths may change. Impressions last. Those breadcrumbs you left, Might chaperon two kids to a haven.
A hearth where reality isn’t too harsh, where mercy isn’t a favour and happiness is a dream,not.
But why don’t they last forever? Those labyrinth of coral caves, where you walk on the clouds and see the waves floating above. Aren’t castles supposed to be strong, no matter what they are made up of?
But this is a mere castle of dreams, a castle with corridors filled with love, hope. A castle, that exists inside your head and mind.
A mere castle that is powerful enough to deceive mankind’s physics. A house of cards built with immense caution crumbles when the clock strikes six?
A Cinderella spell has been cast upon it perhaps, when the tower’s bells toll, the dream crumbles and reality awakes.
Perhaps.
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