I dream a dream

I have lived a dream.

But I ask for more,

I want to live my dream.

 

More, more, More

 

Whatever I have, whatever I had is just reality

Why can’t I have more?

 

I frolicked in the tea fields, and lived in a place fit for a postcard.

But that was just reality.  If I get there again that would be a dream.

 

I sailed the seven seas for years with hubby.  Again that was just reality.

If I could pay for my fare and sail again that would be a dream.

 

I live near the beach and it does feel like a dream.  But then again that’s just reality now.

So, then what’s a dream?

 

I still dream that I could be travelling again. Sailing the Seven seas and snapping the Seven Wonders.  I still dream that I am passing through Seven cities in Seven days.

 

I would do all that in a blink of an eye.  But in all my dreams my hubby accompanies me grudgingly.  So I lay down my dream for reality.

 

My reality is, we have a roof over our heads, we are well nourished (may be a bit too much), we are all still alive and there is a very good chance for a tomorrow.  Hubby is working very hard to make sure my tomorrow is a very good reality.  Do I need more?

I think my reality is pretty close to a dream.