Where is the dream that once reached for the sky?
Where is the dream that soared like a bird, fearless and high?
Where is the dream that dove deep like a fish, exploring the ocean with wonder and wish?
Where is the dream that drifted like clouds,far from the noise, away from the crowds?
Where is the dream that smelled like a flower, spreading joy with its quiet power?
Where is the dream that closed its eyes,in a mother’s lap, beneath bedtime tunes?
Where is the dream that looked to the stars,hoping to reach where the heavens are?
Where is the dream that painted the sky in colors of hope, rising so high?
These dreams were born and grew with the years, nurtured by laughter, watered by tears.
But somewhere along the winding road,
They fell shattered in silence, carrying the load.
Was it growing up that made them fade?
Or the heavy weight of promises made?
Was it the burden of duty, quiet and unnamed?
Or the flood of emotions, too wild to be tamed?
Now I ask in the hush of the night,
Did these dreams ever truly take flight?
Or were they only a part of me
A beautiful illusion, longing to be free?
Yet deep inside, a soft voice says,
"The dream is not gone, it’s just lost in the haze."
Maybe it waits for a kinder day,
To rise again and find its way.
So I will search with an open heart,
To find that dream and make a new start.
Because dreams don’t die they simply sleep,
In the corners of our soul, buried deep.
