My dreams are larger than life
I shoot for the moon, and can only hope to land among the stars.
When it's just me singing I only to close my eyes and I can picture myself on a stage bringing the song to life, basking in the lights. But then the song is finished and I'm only in my living room. There are no extravagant costumes, at the best just jeans and a t-shirt.
Sometimes my heart breaks, as the slow and sad realizations starts to sink in that my dreams may never see the light of the day. Most days I can see that my life isn't so bad, that it truly is a good life, I have the people that love me, and a decent job that pays me enough. Also my health, that's pretty important.
But for once I want to soar above the clouds with nought but the clouds beneath my feet and stars, moon and the ever circling planets above my head. But forever will be tethered by my feet grounded upon the earth. And I will sigh,
