Dreams

Hold to your dreams,tie them down.Keep the gravitated,wrapped around your arm.
Don't let the strings intertwine.Let them sway left,through the currents in your mind.
Pulled right by ideals of life, reality and achievements blue sky. Up to the heavens your black balloon's will fly. As each year passes one less dream you'll know. Only one string left in your hand. Stained from life's rain and wind. You shake then let it go. Life is much simpler, without the pressure on your soul.