Hold Onto the Dream
by
Illsa
No quarter is given
No means too extreme
When you're trying your damndest
Not to wake from a dream
You cling to the branches
Of the storm-shaken tree
Lest you lose your grip
And fall to reality
The painful realization
When one wakes from sweet scenes
Cause the Quixotic with great zeal
To hold onto their dreams
Falling from great heights
Can cause dire hurt
You plunge from the Heavens
And end up in the dirt
The most beautiful of fantasies
Is the sorriest of vanities
~Illsa~
