My Dream

Every morning I have a dream,

It seems more like a goal,

I wish for a change,

A change that would help me become better,

I strive to make it come true,

Sometimes I fail,

But I still fight, no matter what.

I hope that I don't win,

So that I can keep fighting,

The fight keeps me alive,

The perspective makes me fresh,

The goal is unattainable,

And that is the beauty of writing.