flashback

i was browsing through some pictures in my pda and chanced upon my yearbook collage. this is a copy of the poem i made for that.

the other side of dreams

i dreamt of touching the sky,
but woke up finding my feet shackled to the ground;

i dreamt of singing the most glorious of melodies
but woke up mute, listening to the silence;

i dreamt of eternal youth,
but woke up hoping for eternal life;

i dreamt of popularity,
but woke up among friends;

i dreamt of serving,
but woke up saying Thank You;

i dreamt of making a big impact on everyone's life,
but woke up making a difference on someone's life;

i dreamt of solving the world's problems,
but woke up drying a child's tears;

i dreamt of doing great things,
but woke up finding i can't, not by myself;

i dreamt of dreaming.
but woke up believing;

i dreamt that the world was a perfect place,
but i woke up...
and found reality even better.


i realized how idealistic i was then. i'm wondering where that person is now. i guess she's still here, somewhere inside. but with all the distractions, i don't know if i will eventually lose her.