Broken Dreams

Here I sit in the backseat of the car, Quietly I gaze at the shining stars,

That shout to me a dream I left afar.

Only if I didn’t give up I’d have a crowd shouting my name near and far,

As I played a melody on my guitar,

I’d probably have been a known superstar,

But determined to give my heart some unseen scars,

I decide to keep my dreams locked in a jar.

Waiting for my friends, who’ve not gone very far,

I prepare for my next seminar,

As I sit in the backseat of the car.