My Dreams

I can only be a man, though I have dreams reaching to sky
Dreams of my own, I want to share to open ears
I have been chasing them, getting better everyday
Starting with no knowledge, or nobody's help
I have been doing it, ever since a kid
Wanting to do it, till my last breath

How hard can it be, writing down my thoughts
Holding to my pen, letting it go freely on the papers
Filling in the blanks, letting the mind be free
Thoughts transformed to words, words to sentences
Sentences changing to verses, verses to poems or songs
And all of it shaping into wisdom, to a morality in the end
Hoping the broken can hear me, so they can learn something

I know the feeling, not being heard or seen
And the thoughts that comes to your mind
I know the feeling, being laughed at your work
And the thoughts that comes to your mind
Wanting to throw away all your work, never to do it again
All because those who didn't know, thinks you're just a joke

Quitters and doers
Victories and defeats
Dreamers and hiders
Winners and losers
The choices we have
And one we can pick

Wanting to be great, by simply writing our thoughts
Wanting to be better takes time, starting from the scratch
Our beliefs may change, but we all have dreams
Our ideas may change, but we can always understand
Better to chase your dreams, than simply just to quit
Someone will always read your thoughts, using them to be better
I wouldn't quit my passion and always move on
A writing is a writing, filled with golden thoughts