Goals are like dreams
Uncertain but vivid
Flow through the streams
Smooth like liquid.

Dreams are like stars
Small but confident
Grow through the scars
Firm and resilient.

Stars are like stories
Told at night.
Of failures and victories
In life's fight.

Stories are like a myth
Exists but unsure
As long as we have faith
Dreams will come true.

Why do we weep,
When one day upon the soil we will be, placed
Our grief upon the shoulders of time and memories, traced
By the ones who still
Breathe

Why do we weep,
When one day we will be buried in the earthen ground, deep
Hearing our cries, none but Earth

But yet,
Why do we attack her sacred soil, so fiercely
With no thought of the day,
When He will place us at the mercy of her walls,
Of gravel and dirt?

Then, we must weep.

Torrents of water slamming
Emotions
Whipping me away

And I
Am swimming against it
Because I decide

But try as I might
I cannot turn the current