Dreams are here for me. Not for you to see.
You don’t have achieve, or have to believe.
I’m the one with the dream. I’m the one in that scene.
You don’t have a clue, of what it means to dream.
It pains my spleen. No one see’s dreams.
But I will still succeed. My dreams are meant to be.
Reality is bleak. Fantasy is neat.
When my feet cross the finish line, I’ll still continue to dream.