Dreams

I don't think you can fuck up your life by following your dream. If you end up homeless by doing what you like, it's still better than spending your life doing shit you don't like, while having your dream silenced. That's hell.
So what's heaven?
Heaven is following your dream.

Just a Box

A box of thoughts is what I hold inside.

Some crawl out and escape in the real world.

They’re the fearless ones.

The box is fear itself.

Dual

The night has frozen…

The clock’s tick stopped.

We found the chosen

The chosen one.

When life begun

We were still young.

Watching the Sun

We were not done.

We still had hopes

They soared like clouds

Still taking notes

Still having doubts.

We made mistakes,

We were still young

But what’s at stake

Makes us undone.

And we still wonder

Why we proceed

We sit and ponder

If we can lead.

But then our wrinkles

They turn to mazes…

Still flowers sprinkle

But they’re just phases.

How could we lead?

We’re fools, just lovers

We plant our feet

When we’re just runners.

We wanted change,

We wanted joy

But in our chants

We spoke just ploys

We were just kids

Fooling ourselves

We made our bids

Foreseeing farewells.

Now we cry empty

Spilling our past

Tomorrow’s a century

Today is our last.

We did not wonder

What eternity looked like

We simply lived it

We were just tikes.

But now we’re restless

Our hands shake of sorrow

We made our destiny

So what awaits us tomorrow?