All of us, with the lilt in our hearts opened the door. Reality stood there waiting.
A piece by Blue
All of us have dreams, Had, more like, Every time, The world Fulfilled our Wishes to grow Older than we Were, desolate Than we were.
All of us have turned To elders, and Sworn, not to Become them. To live today And die, The next. Reality visits, And living And dying Swap names.
All of us, Have tried to smile, Through tears, Hoping curved lips Could hold Our sorrows, But they don’t. Never were we, Meant to be. Were meant to be Kissed And never were.
All of us have failed A failure, We desired to succeed, And let, Black of truth Turn us to stone. Dying, Somewhere, In between Dreams and reality.