Dreams

Some are left broken,
While others are achieved.
It exists in words unspoken,
And for those who believed.

Some are lost
In thought and time.
At such a cost
You may lose your mind.

Some hold on
Like a dying breath.
Now it lives on,
In life after death.

Like a song composed,
Or a blanket sewed.
A beautiful prose,
Which never grows old.

Because for those that know,
No money will amount.
Because it’s for those that know,
What it is all about.

So while some are abandoned,
Others are pursued.
More than you’ve ever imagined,
When your dreams come true.