This is dedicated to all the people who dared to dream, but, ultimately, whose dreams just remained dreams and quietly dissolved into nothing.
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A fool indeed I turned out to be
For not heeding the warning meant for dreamers like me
For not being cautious of what lay ahead of me
And for believing that some impossible things were meant to be
In the end it was my silly heart
That got hit by fate's lethal dart
For it was budding afresh with hope
Thinking, that later, with desolation it could cope
The poor thing just wanted to be happy
And full of all things carefree and merry
Little did it know
That you reap what you sow
And all it had cooked up
Was dreams in a fragile little tea cup
Which tripped over and shattered
Once it realized, in reality, none of it mattered
And all the dreams and hopes it had carried
Dissolved into thin air unnoticed
No one was more pained than I, the hopeless dreamer
Who was once again left to wander
And facing things that were, once again, grimmer
Searching for something to believe in; if only a sliver
Here I am, lost at sea
But I am a dreamer, this world is my fantasy.
