Wash Away The Dream - Poem by Keiromi Nozomu
From that sweet dream.
From the sweetest dream that was me and you,
And I knew…it was too good to be true.
But it’s a dream I cannot forget,
A dream that haunts me while I sit,
In my desk at school,
Calm, collected, and cool.
A dream that I must admit,
Became a nightmare all too soon.
In my sleep, I threw a fit,
Then awoke under a pale moon.
While soft white moonlight bathed my skin,
I realized that I could not win.
‘Cause after my fit you took heed,
Of the words I planted like a seed.
And though it’ what I wanted so,
And though it’ what awoke me,
And though it’ what I needed so,
Jealousy still overcomes me.
But the dream is over and done,
As from behind the hills rises the sun.
It’s time for me to rise from bed,
And shove away thoughts of things you have said.
Open my eyes,
Bask in the lies,
Of truth in reality,
Am I losing my sanity?
I slowly step out of bed,
And go wash away the dream.
Then put on make-up, instead
Of showing who I really am.
And so I brace myself for the world,
Smile and laugh with all of my friends.
After all, what else can I do,
Without becoming someone new?
I’d love to lie with you, and just forget the world…
Just like that song…the one we love to listen to.
But if I just lie there and forget the world,
I fear the world will forget me as well.
So I guess I’ll paste on my smile,
And hide behind my pretty mask.
This mask should last quite a while
I hope no questions are asked.
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