A sky full of stars they say;
The memories of the nursery rhymes are not yet grey;
Looking at the stars many dreams he had thought;
Then why did they gradually have to rot.
Hidden from every one that distant dream shines bright within;
Unachievable it seems but still its thoughts resides therein;
Compromised it lies beneath the burden of responsibility;
Hope it outshines the beclouded reality.
Unexpressed as always;
His dreams to nobody he reveals;
Absconded it might get;
For which he never unveils.
Alone he sits with his imagination of reality;
Unrealized dream he lives with no success plurality;
Bad times, good times all he has seen;
Everybody seemed to fall back at the time of his dream;
But never will he let go this dream of his;
Because unparallel destiny is what he thinks it always is.
