Dreams To Die For

Dreams to die for

When the grass doesn't seem

Greener on my side anymore

But then I don't want to escape across

When I rather plough and shovel

Till my roses turn a shade redder

And the birds come chirping beside.

Dreams to die for

When the ladder upward is slippery

And the known and unknown hands

Reach out from the fog to tug me down

When the heavy air with syllables of

Discouragement sound like compliments to me

And I flap harder to soar.

Dreams to die for

When perspiration becomes my attire

And 'luck' is stored in my archives

When the fluffy town of clouds in my fantasy

Inspires me to raise a city

When someone pinches me hard

Only to realise I made it into a reality.