Dreams

 
I’ve never been a believer in dreams
I never thought of anything  
Other than what it seems  
 
I have built a life made of stones
Stacked each and every one
All on my own  
 
It all started tumbling down
Washed by gushing tears
Choking me as I drown
 
I have always thought my life  
Was nothing but a waste of time
A place full of misery and strife  
 
Right until we finally met
Dreams started to make sense  
Every minute I began to regret  
 
How can eyes be so blind
I did not see in front of me
Nor what was behind
 
All I want now is a world to build
From stones I hid behind  
And dreams I want fulfilled