Dream
After that sad story, I don't really feel like posting anymore. To those that cry, maybe our imagination is slightly more colourful than others. I used to dream of flying through the air and doing antics that wll wow people. I used to have dreams that strech beyond the horizon. I could stare at my Eglish comprehension paper and stay in that position for a full hour. Those are drems and dreams are meant to shatter. I understand that dreams are attainable if we forego some other elements in life but will man ever be satisfied? Will we not mourn about what we lost as a result of fufiling our dreams? Where do I go after I have attained my dreams?
One more paper next Friday marks the end of my Sem. If all turns out well, I will be choosing my major. Law is a killer, Account is a foe and Econs sucked away all my remaining brainjuice. One last one to go. Will I ever survive it all?
BOMBSHELL ROCKS- Dreams Dreams Dreams
Sometimes I feel like time is running out on me
As if my hands turn way too fast
My mind is one step ahead of me
And me I'm stuck in the past
And it's about time I pick myself up
And find a way out of this
The sand is pouring through the hourglass
To remind me of how precious time is
Cause all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream
What am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it thru
And everyday is a wish
For another day to come
I know it's wrong but it seems
That life has got me under it's thumd
And it's about time I pick myself up
It's a noble art, seizing the day
But why, why is it, why is it so hard
To let go, and break away
I pull the shades
I turn out the light
I go to sleep
And maybe tomorrow, when I wake up,
I'll go out, And I'll do everything just right
Jacqueline
7:52 AM
