Life is not just a Dream
I am alive because I have breath but I want to live a life that takes my breath away .
I want to have a life full of meaning instead of a meaningless life that is empty.
The clouds follow me with acid rain that pours heavy onto all my dreams and floods them . The rainbow that soon follows is of only one color, blue like my mood. Oh why are we born to want to do great things but end up dying before we can conceive them? Some conceive their dreams as if giving birth. I have had one too many miscarriages, all my dreams were lost and buried . What is my life's purpose?
Why must I keep waking up to this nightmare called life? My heart beats but for not .....