I have dreams, not one but many
Possibilities, probabilities are stuffed in this mind
Temporary, sheer joy and ecstasy
Are the gifts of dreams of my kind
A path to escape reality's cruelty
A harsh, cold slap in the face
The healing of stabs and open wounds
Are what these dreams of mine do
And as my books lay open in front of me,
I stare at nothing, not a thought given to lessons
Absentmindedly, a smile creeps on my lips
As I emptily flip through pages
Many people do frown on me
For believing in my dreams openly
Is it a sin to dream and hope anymore?
To kill rays of happiness and crush them to dust?
Despite what people talk and say
Despite what people do to me
They won't succeed in murdering my dreams
For my dreams are strong and with me, they'll stay.
Possibilities, probabilities are stuffed in this mind
Temporary, sheer joy and ecstasy
Are the gifts of dreams of my kind
A path to escape reality's cruelty
A harsh, cold slap in the face
The healing of stabs and open wounds
Are what these dreams of mine do
And as my books lay open in front of me,
I stare at nothing, not a thought given to lessons
Absentmindedly, a smile creeps on my lips
As I emptily flip through pages
Many people do frown on me
For believing in my dreams openly
Is it a sin to dream and hope anymore?
To kill rays of happiness and crush them to dust?
Despite what people talk and say
Despite what people do to me
They won't succeed in murdering my dreams
For my dreams are strong and with me, they'll stay.