Hopes and dreams
Planted in you
and the so called dreams
are too good to be true
They say you can do it
it's in your blood
they all have done it
those already born and the dead
But your thoughts run in a pattern
no one can decode
and they choke for freedom
when the pressure is aboard
Then how can you rise
and live up to their expectations?
when tied down to the ground
are your imaginations?
