Dead Dream

Incommunicable memories trudge along,
Walking on, I wonder where I belong,
Earth is not paradise, limit is not the sky,
Above that, in the world beyond, I am going to fly.
But are things what they ever seem?
I live on with a dead dream.

Pain is the horizon, the sky has turned blue,
The morning will cry with its dew,
But the leaf will open, flowers wish to bloom,
Hoping to dispel the surrounding gloom.
The thought of such life makes everyone gleam.
And i survive with my dead dream.

The moon cries as the stars break,
Life feels futile when all is at stake,
But i survive holding wishes fragile,
Shedding tears beneath the dazzling smile.
It hurts as it touches me- the sun's beam,
I move on with my dead dream.

Raindrops falling gently on the grass green,
Waiting, But a dream fulfilled I've not seen,
Holding onto fragments I create a form,
That shall be shattered again by the storm.
Moving away form the past, time, itself, will not redeem,
And i walked ahead with my dead dream.

Hopes have been stamped on, its all mud and blood,
Wishes have paved way for the pain full flood,
There are people around me who don't understand,
I have done nothing and time has slipped like sand.
Within, i can now hear an everlasting scream,
And i smile on with my dead dream.