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Because,
my dreams have increasingly started to become unreachable. As my level goes higher, my ambitions hide further up above the stars, in galaxies I haven't even heard of yet. I wonder how I could reach them. I cannot see them yet, but I can feel my way through. That's how I have been getting by this existence. I hate to say this and actually do it just to see you I have to strain my neck looking down just to see you're alive. Then I'll just crane my own neck up. Savor this while my hands are still within reach because sometimes, no matter what we do, the spiritual presence and guidance would never be enough to hoist somebody else upward.
Because,
i realized my dreams were not dreams anymore. They became stumbling blocks. I cared enough to be intimidated by them, to keep the integrity of the concept, to respect the very essence of my every dream, but I never put my mind to it. My head might blow up. My dreams were the ones actually pulling me down at some point. I refused to let go of the dreams I held on to. Thus the hiatus, thus the stunted growth, thus my angst. I have never been so calibrated in my entire breathing presence.
Because,
my dreams were so much higher than yours and I can't keep up with you. My shifted, redirected detour of a dream was to surpass myself, to not be bothered by too much waiting and toiling down to the core for every grain of salt you put into your mouth. I cannot help you in any manner because you refused to help yourself. But if you force me into it, you will just end up putting my foot into your mouth (your choice, left or right). Such a shame, I never knew you? do that. That's when I'll wish I'm weren't there, and the foot wasn't mine.
Another predicament would be that of you not having enough sharp claws and teeth to tear through my meat. "Through", not "apart", too much ambition for you. Handle only what you can chew.
Because
it was never part of my dreams to see you die. I never want to taint them with garbage. The theme had always been silver, never gold. So go flash your spotlight somewhere else. I am busy achieving all the little stars to guide me through the night. And too busy counting my sheep for other dreams.
Because,
your dream was me.
True, I am small but blinding. And so you never noticed or you must have forgotten that the flickering light you used to think of ever so highly was that of a better version of you!
Because,
i'm soaring higher than you think, without you knowing because I am still here lighting up your way.
We were never born on the same genes, when you think we could be ever one. No. You're just benefiting from the light. When you shine, you just reflect me.
投稿日 2010-03-07 17:58
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