Dreams

When we are little,
We love everything that people do for us,
Every hug and every kiss.
We love every present,
Every moment.

We look to sky,
To his infinty,
Without knowing whats there.

We play,
We laft,
We cry.

We watch to cartoons,
We sleep at times,
And we dream.

We dream at simple,
Yet many times,
Impossible things.

And then we grow up.
We learn the diference,
Between bad and good.

We learn things about life,
We go to school.
And we start to know what are relationships.

We love,
We give everything we have.
And we get hurted.

We cry again (because the child that get hurts stills lives inside inside us)
And happiness seems dificult to reache.

Because as the matter we are growing,
We are allways requesting more to be happy.

What is required to archive that?
Just ourselfs. Because the hapyness is inside us.

When we cry its because we want more,
Or even,
Because we dont want to something to happen.

We dream at things when we are little,
And we are steal dreaming where we get older.

The single difrence its that when we gett older,
We can understand when some dream its impossible or not.
And the only thing that we can do to archieve it,
Its fighting for it.

We dont have to stop life when we are sad,
We have just to carry on.

Because the worlds never stop,
Our Show Must Go On.

By Jack 2009

Dedicated to Matty @