Maybe next time I’ll dance
Live with no limitations
Be free from my demands
Maybe next time I’ll smile
Dance with my emotions
Be free from the shadows of the sad
Maybe next time I’ll try
to simply be
For a short while
Maybe next time in another place
At another point of life
I was daydreaming for a short while. Living in the moment, living in my dream. I was important, I was beautiful, I was full of joy, I was free from hope. For hope had succeeded, in my daydream. I was free from my fears. For a short while I was happy in my mind.
The scene finally focused and there I was… here I was… living in my reality. I thought… next life I will live… this is simply practice… seeing all I could be doing in my next life…
Then I realized
I gave up.
I give up.
Am I really ready to give up on my dreams? Am I really ready to settle? Am I really ready to wait for the next time? Am I?
All I can say is maybe I am. I am tired. I am disappointed. I had my dreams, now all I have is reality setting in. The reality that I see… is not the beautiful visions of my dreams.
Once upon a time… there lived a girl, she was special, beautiful, important… This girl was full of joy and free from fear.
One day she fell asleep and awoke in a new world… it was very strange and alien to anything she had ever seen before… it was when she gazed at her reflection did she see she was real… the scene was real… it was as true as her mind let her believe… when she tried to fall asleep to return home… she realised there was no going back, she realised the dream had been truly a dream, and this new reality was her future…
to be asleep, to be awake, to believe in what we need to see… is this what it means to be real? Or maybe we see what we need to believe…
In another life
Maybe next time I will live
- What Happens When Your Dreams No Longer Serve You? (psychologytoday.com)
- Dreams (socyberty.com)