I dreamt a dream,
Set out on a journey,
Away from everyone I could have known,
But didn’t feel like it,
To know or meet them.
I chased that dream,
Always lost in it,
Never liked the life I could have loved,
Because I didn’t like it,
It wasn’t the life I wanted.
I lived in dreams, Or did I?
I wonder if I ever lived at all,
Some say to dream is to live
And the journey to the summit is it all.
But when you voyage through tides of life,
Sailing to reach the far-away goal,
You taste the salts and sand on the road.
The love for your dream keeps you going,
But the rollercoaster ride breaks you down,
And that’s where you pick the pain
And you use it to paint your canvas.
You’ve made that masterpiece,
And yet, what have become of you,
You are far from everyone you could have loved,
And those you loved on the way abandoned you.
You’ve painted it out on the canvas,
But there’s a hole inside of you,
When you caress your chest, why’s it hollow?
Has the art taken out a part of you?
You might be grateful for the pain,
Because it makes you an artist,
But Grey, you know you are not happy,
But you wouldn’t been happier even if,
Even if you never went after it.
Because that’s who you are, and you can’t settle for less,
This is the life you’ll choose, Always,
If we let you choose over and over again.
Grey
