I dreams,
so far it's good.
It was a childhood
dream,
and it's good.
I'm always dreaming
of what I will become.
Untill I turned old,
My dreams become
just a dream.
I do everything,
just to grasp it.
I study hard,
learned very hard.
And finally it's
within my hand.
The dream that I longed
before is wihin
my grasp.
BUT what is this?
Why is that?
Within a blink
of an eye,
my dream become
just like
a dreamed.
Not all will be,
but some might be.
it hurts me bacause I'm not.