My Dream

I seem to be settling in,
From where I once began.
I sometimes feel I can’t win,
And I can’t fly to land.

I let go of the pain,
Of your shaking hand.
I let go of the past,
All alone, I take my stand.

Friends turn to foes,
And enemies are respected.
I sometimes feel so numb,
But somehow, I’m affected.

I can fool you easily,
Say I don’t feel dejected.
Still I feel, in my pond,
The past is still reflected.

I still feel I can win,
Only if I try.
And I live to tell the tale,
Of the truth from the lie.

A thousand dreams I had,
All of them ended with a sigh.
I just have one more,
And I won’t wish it goodbye.