Dreams exist to die
They are meant to never be achieved, to fade away like a withered rose during a cold, bitter winter
They are never in reach, only jumping farther away with every step I try to to make only to find out it's all in vain
Its mocking me, laughing at me and pointing with a sneering face
But pathetically, I continue to run until my lungs give out even though I know I should start walking away
In the opposite direction
