Tuesday, October 6, 2015

My Guiding Star

I'll never understand
What it feels like to be you
To never have that nourishment
Whenever you want to

To reach out and hope
Of a life that isn't dreadful
What you dream from this world
That which you struggle through

Love based on survival
Becoming unconditional
Because you know what it's like
To live and not be cynical

I look up to you
Though you look up to no-one
No fancy needs, just dreams
shaped by your reality

I've been there and done that
With the safety of a parachute,
And that's precisely why
I'll never dream like you do.. 

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