They sometimes forget
What's a dream and what's
Really happening
And for that small thread
Woven in this dream
That I am having
I will love forever
YOU ARE READING
Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
sometimes I forget too
They sometimes forget
What's a dream and what's
Really happening
And for that small thread
Woven in this dream
That I am having
I will love forever
