Pieces of A Dream

Pieces of A Dream

Sometime we reach to the 

Sky

But 

Hit the ground

We search for 

Right

And do it all wrong

We swim the ocean

Yet

Die

On teardrops

We hope for peace

However

We bring

More 

War

We crave tolerance 

Then 

Begin to 

Judge often

Is this what we get

Pieces of 

A dream.

So pack your bags

I'm at a stand still

Emotionally stuck

We search and dig

To find what it 

Means

Happy one 

Moment

And sad the next

In this wonder

Of things

Guess I will 

Just be happy

With my

Pieces of a dream

Deborah R. Shaw

The Silent Stalker