To You

There's nothing like being out there
With mountains and hills and cascading waterfalls
All around you
With forests of trees and skies clear of clouds
Feeling like every new day is your first day
Born in this world
But of course, that place of dreams
Doesn't exist.
Windows never have trees growing close to them
And even if they did
No Romeo is ever likely to climb up.
Clocks keep ticking, tick-tock
And dreams simply have to be left behind.
There is no truth, but only faith, for those who choose it
And I do not.
The spirits existing are part of our imaginations
And their wide eyes and white faces
Reflect only the people around us
Who keep on running around in circles
Never knowing that their end is near.
The power grows inside us
And we are immortal
Because we choose to live on
And no matter what happens
Nothing and no one will tear us away from our dreams
Except cruel harsh reality
Bearing down upon us like tonnes of heavy bricks
Squashing us down, pumping the air out of our bodies
Until we fall into the
Nothingness
The emptiness of life and living.

Yet we're still together,
Me,
And you, who's reading this poem.