I have a suitcase,
Filled with big and lovely dreams.
Glued together,
From a thousand parts to one piece.
But its so heavy,
So heavy no one believes.
I am alone in the rain.
Now with the suitcase on my back,
I almost cant breathe.
I try to lift it above my head.
But the weight is crushing me
And left me to faint.
It left me no choice,
I had to open it.
But it was so beautiful,
With all that paint.
The suitcase is Falling apart.
And my dreams start to fly.
I hope they find a better place.
So Fly, to the stars beyond the sky.
I silently watch how they all fly away.
I hope some of them come back.
I hope,
some i will find back someday
The colourful dreams start to fade away,
Into the rain
And into the sky that is coloured dark in grey.
The train is coming.
Because of my empty suitcase i can step away,
But what is a boy without his suitcase.
Now he wished he could fly
Like his colourful dreams
Far far far
Away....
Music while writing:
Nuvole bianche
Ludovico Einaudi
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PoetryI am not good at this, but this is just my thoughts, my story. It is just for me to write out me thoughts en feelings. So if you dont like it, what are you still doing here?
