Dreams

Dreams becoming reality. That's what getting on a plane means to me. Until that moment, it's a plan. It's unsure. It could still fall through. But when you get onto that plane, it's final. You know you're leaving. It's your dream, sprouting wings and taking flight.
But what about when your flight is cancelled? For me, that's like having it buried. It's easier to forget about the dream all together. It's easier to move on.


I don't want to become scared of dreaming. If I become scared of dreaming, I may never dream... and then, I shall become a rather sad individual. Dreams motivate you to strive for more... to reach for the stars...
The problem is when you completely expect all your dreams to come true. See, I tend to allow my dreams merge into what I think reality is... and then I end up horridly disappointed when things don't turn out as I wished them to. I really don't recommend it at all.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up hig
There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can't I?