I can see it in the head,
and feel it in the heart.
I dream a dream for me,
as the reality is hard to see.
When I think I can get it
a voice within me says,"forget it"
then an argument begins
Where I become two:
one whom I see,
other who see me as 'you'!
My childhood thought of me as an artist,
My adulthood says,"Dear! you are at high risk".
I tried running away with my dream, once
On my way, I saw reality standing tall and wide
Hence, I failed to decide.
The argument lasts for a while
as long as the two voices collide,
But in the end, no one wins
the head loses the logic
the heart loses the 'belief of magic'.
I think and wonder,
slowly, my dream surrender- to reality.
I roam and Wander,
suddenly, the reality hits as hard as thunder.
I crawl, I walk, I finally run,
as running away from reality seems to be really fun.
At last, I get tire and sit for long
because I know it will start
all and all over again
from dusk to dawn.