Ive been thinking about this lately
When is it time for me to leave my dreams be
When is it time for me to “Settle down”
Or rather, when will this wanderlust filled heart no longer pound
Perhaps I can trade it in for one of those simple hearts
One of those hearts that beat for routine
One of those hearts that craves a home
One of those hearts that loves to sleep in the same bed
One of those hearts that actually listens to what the mind said
Because this heart of mine is just filled to the brim with dreams
I feel delusional at times as I create these fantastic possible scenes
Of places I have yet to visit, experiences I have yet to feel
And most of my dreams never get the chance to become real
But some of them do, yes some of them do
Not every dream is meant to be achieved
But some can, yet never will because you never believed
And I believe in all of them
If you reach for a 100 stars but only land on two
You still landed on two stars
But perhaps my arms are too tired to reach anymore
Because my mind is asking me if its still ok to this
My mind is wondering if we shouldn’t just replace our heart
My mind is contemplating on rebelling against the norm we have set
When is the time to stop dreaming?
Is it when you reach a certain age?
Is it when you step out of childhood?
Is it when you’re no longer a baby?
Is it when you graduate from school?
Is it when you fall in love for the first time?
Is it when you break your heart for the first time?
Is it when life shows you there are no happy endings?
Or is it when you realize how ugly reality can be?
I need you to answer me, message me, text me, call me
Inform me on when it is, because I feel its time I know
