It starts with a blank canvas and evolves into something new every time
You always want to be in for the wild ride
Is the grass really greener on the other side?
If so, I wonder why.
You might wake up crying
Maybe even smiling
Will you be glowing inside?
Or drooping your head to the side?
What do you desire when you dream late at night?
Swimming in a pool of chocolate?
Touching the stars and reaching the sky?
Or oddly, you might just see stars.
As crazy as your dreams might be
You'll see that what you dream
Isn't always what it seems to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'd like to start off by thanking you for the commenttt. (: this poem was wow. i remember having those dreams that just you wish would really happen. or then those dreams that wish never were in your head. amazingness.