Dream is to be Fly High,
Before I am going to Die.
But the Responsibilities pull me Down,
Because I belongs to a Very small(poor) Town.
~ Regards AMP
Should a dream be nothing more than a dream that we let die like a sick kid born today? Mothers weep openly cradled in a stranger’s arm, while a father mourns a treehouse with a thousand doors. Or should it fade away like candlelight beside my sleeping head, leaving no sound or suffocating a peaceful death, a peaceful bed?
Should a dream be nothing more than that? Something I cherished but let die in the summer heat, till its memory confronts me on my dying coast And I recall that dream, carefully tucked away in the recesses of my wild imagination, where life had chained and tethered me to a counterfeit design of a strict working man measured in nines and fives.
Should a dream be nothing more than that? Then hear this barbarous roar: To dream as I dream Is a dream worth dying for.
