I used to look at my dreams through a clear glass. I was close but yet still so far away.
I watch them over and over making up new ideas that make these dreams even better.
I would of done anything to make these dreams come true.
Tell one day I brought my future and dreams to someone and they came in with a sledgehammer and smashed the glass. The glass is now on the ground in the dark hallway, letting the dream escape. The dreams used to be the only light the hallway had, now it's just a pitch black hallway with bits of glass all around.
Later on I created a new dream. The glass still Lies on the floor. This dream is very different than the other. Farther down the hallway you see a light coming from behind the glass, making the hallway lighter. But yet again I open my mouth to share and again someone comes by and smashes this glass to.
The hallway lies dark again with more glass laying upon the floor. Only thing is, the hallway is in my mind. So now I'm just a crazy girl starring into a empty black space where her life was suppose to get better but only if got worse.
But again this is in my mind and it's always a mess of things.