The dreams in my eyes are like rose tinted glass..
Admired by the lot
As a different species n upper class
But as it breaks the truth reveals,
Glass is just a glass…rose tinted it mite be
It’s just the illusion of the colored glory
But the reality is bitter n bright
It hurts u most when u least prepared
And leaves u gasping for some might
The broken pieces if touched n dared
Shall pinch u more than ever
Shall leave the scar, n bruise the vein
With sweet pain n blood al over
But the valiant ones are those who dare
To play with the sharpest knife
They feel the pain n laugh at it
And rule the laws of life
For them the pain is the sweetest gift
The act of valiance is all that counts
For them the rosy tinted glass
Is just the way to surmount
The way to learn the way to rise
The way to cross the leveled bar
Bar which created the hurdles of thoughts
And left the achievable dreams also far
So lets al of us challenge our thoughts
Let al of us finally dare
Dare to dream through the tinted glass
And to look at eyes of life n stare.
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