Crumbs

Dreams are now bread crumbs Little puzzle pieces we leave when we leave home We never pick them up, never look back Dreams are now bread crumbs a trail we keep to memory to find our way home Tiny imaginary wishes comforters that we return to when things get rough If dreamers are wasteful then happiness is a lie And all the lies in world couldn't make me cry I want to waste my days away I want to cherish the crumbs you so carelessly throw away Breads crumbs, now dreams A path to nowhere but doesn't it have to lead somewhere? Dreams are stale crumbs pieces of bread, made a puzzle and the picture is always missing I want the best, for my way home I want the dreams that never manifest I want the impossible: All these crumbs fto form a whole.