I remember how I used to listen to Granny's soft and soothing voice and dream about what I hope to see in the land over my rainbow. I remember I wanted lots of sweets, and stories, and family and friends. Back then, everything seemed so possible. All the fantasies of meeting angels felt so real that sometimes, I would close my eyes and reach out my hands and I would genuinely feel and think that I was touching an angel. Their wings, their halo, their heart.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
But of course, reality is harsh. Now, I am absolutely aware that those sweet dreams that I've had before, they're never gonna happen. At least not in this life. And now, all I dream of is school, work and stress.
I wonder what I'll dream of when I become older. Will I even have dreams? Perhaps when I get older, my dreams will no longer be dreams. Maybe nightmares is a better word.
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