Wake up from your dreams and put on your shoes.
Start living the life you’ve got.
Don’t start the adventure to nowhere.
The next morning must be very real.
Forget about death and eat breakfast with me.
Leave it behind the door of oblivion.
Feel what you need now.
sing what is in your heart.
Dance in the rain with your dreams.
Feel like a butterfly, free.
What if I’ve lost my life?
Wasted all opportunities?
Slept all chances away?
And let everything to miss me out?
Forgive me if I cannot.
But one thought keeps tormenting me.
I will not tell you that I love you.
I will not dance in the rain.
I will not sing, I cannot.
I think I should go home now.
© W. Donovan