unreachable apple

always one step behind
following a circular path
watery eyes blurry and blind
she wishes for fulfillment
a peaceful state of mind
a dream that hovers in the air
zigzags in a dizzy beeline
too high to touch though she’s on tiptoes
and lies to herself that she’s fine
the apple will always be just out of reach

When I was five, everyone always told me dreams really do come true, and I could be anything I wanted. But adulthood is all about realizing that in reality, dreams die more often than they come true. It’s sad and depressing, but it’s something everyone has to deal with. And it’s all right. Because though one dream may die, another one will always begin. And we live on hoping that this new dream will become fulfilled.