Life is a dream

You just know when there is something missing, 

but it’s hard, because you can barely know 

either what or who it is.

Your throat is anguish blocked, 

your eyes get tear wet, 

and you are still breathing through the music 

that has already launched you from inside out.

Because of the pain, you get back to reality again.

You even desire there is hope. 

You just keep your eyes opened enough 

and keep building your life 

as closely as possible to your dream.

Life is a dream, 

a dream we dream awakened up.