The castles of sand that i build,
the spirit of concrete will inhabit-
I believe.
I may have learned a lot, here and there but
i shall never be as good at any of it as
the one thing
i never learnt, the one thing
i excel in, the one thing
that will, sooner or later, find its way to reality-
I believe:
My dreams.

You gave me a sparkling chest
of countless treasures;
dreams- of logic defying dimensions,
of colours i had never seen before;
treasures that you promised were mine to keep
but you never told me-
about the rule-
that things change
because i will change-
so, with each passing year
some dream-stones lost their glint
some dream-bubbles burst
some dream-shapes broke

I did see all this happen
to my most treasured treasure
but i wasn't troubled
instead i felt, as i looked
i was never robbed of my treasure,
it was on me to handle it;
the value of the treasure
that i could see being lost,
i had the choice of adding to my own-
I am glad i had the eyes to see.
I was never robbed of my treasure
I was never robbed of my dreams.