When I was small, I used to think about life
My Dreams to catch and my heart its base
She told me that I could always be that man
Only if I would give my heart its dreams
So I chased the dreams of my childhood joy
As the years passed me by and I grew older
So I drifted from one place to another in hope
I jumped the rivers, and climbed my mountains
Yet when I looked, it seemed that my dreams
Where further than I had imagined in time
My eyes shone like the stars of the night crying
As I searched the heavens for a way in my desert
For every path, looked the same and identical
I could not understand how I got so lost
With no compass to guide me, in life’s journey
Here in this unchartered waters I roamed
Aimlessly seeking hope and destination
Broken down with time and numberless day
I wonder if my childhood dreams can be real
I have loaded my life, with its promise of joy
I have seen the things, which life can offer me
Now that I have known better, in my heart
I have come to realize; it’s just a waste of time
Its starring at the mirror hopping it would change
For my dreams are never meant to be caught
Or else, they wouldn’t be called ‘my dreams’.
