Scribbles

Do you remember

The time we scribbled

Our dreamed future,

In the back pages

Of our notebooks.

Kids,

We were.

So naïve,

Lived in home made illusions,

Happy in our confined walls

Filled with doodles.

Nobody told us,

That one day

Those pages

Filled with pencil and pen

Sketched dreams

Will one day

Be just some heaps

Of crumpled papers.

Because stars

Twinkle the whole sky,

Only when scattered.

You will never find them

Aligned.