Poetry

We sit here in this world
That turns and turns 
But in life you get burned 
Since we were little 
They told us to dream 
But as you get older 
Your like what is this word called dream 

Because life is so harsh 
Life is so mean 
It makes people stop there dream 
The harsh part makes them change perspective
And the mean part makes them become protective 
So the people work in something they didn't dream 

But enough to get money, you know what I mean 
So they stop there wishes and maybe this 
Instead they gave it a goodbye kiss. 
Because now they see
life is only a dream and that's what it will ever be