I’m chasing a dream, an impossible dream
Where you and I are frolicking in the woods
I push you away; then take you in my arms
You kiss me on the forehead and take my face in your palms
I ride on your shoulders like foolish little girls
We run towards the lake in twists and twirls
But each time you look at me with that dazzling smile
My heart skips several beats and it’s hard to hide
That I worship and adore you more than humanly possible
Such incredible depth of emotion is hardly plausible
When you look at me my eyes sparkle like two stars
I feel like a million rosebuds that blossom into flowers
Call me crazy or sane, foolish or wise
It’s hard to breathe without you, with you time flies
I’m chasing a dream, an impossible dream
To be with you forever and ever
To be lost in you like a river in the sea
To be merged in you so I can be free!
When we feel down and out,
and nothing in life feels worthwhile,
Let's rise before the sun and open the window,
and greet him with a resilient smile.
Let's listen to the songs we sang when we were young,
and borrow our youth from the clutches of time.
Let's look at the world through the sieve of wisdom,
and face our fears till they fritter away.
Let's revive that spirit that made us feel glorious,
and one with the entire universe.
A universe that's our friend and is full of possibilities.
Let us get prepared to get soiled and dirty,
and plant new seeds of hard work.
Let us feel the blood in our veins,
And hear the music of our heartbeat.
Let us begin to give ourselves
The gift of life we forgot to live!
From the ephemeral poet comes the trivial story of his youth, soon to be lost like footsteps in the sands of time. I speak of the inconsequential victories and passionate love; memories, only to lie with me in my grave. For what is a revolution if not circling the same point? Change IS the constant, says the ephemeral poet, and the reigns will change hands with my last breath. But if I live,it has to be in the fighting spirit of a dim light against the vast darkness of ignorance. I leave behind the words, each containing a laugh, a tear, some sorrow, some glee, pieces of a life lived full, a torrent of ebullient energy. It is the journey, says the ephemeral, poet not the destination which makes it worthwhile. Live and live and live, he says, so when the time comes, your heart is full, your hands are empty and your lips have a smile...
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