Dream Land

What is my dream? What is a dream, first of all? Even though, a dream is small, Small like a seed. You might fall, This is a true fact, indeed. But I always recall, Putting my dream as an artist in lead. Stop laughing y’all! If you work hard, you will succeed. You might be filled with salty tears, Since others say it’s your fault, you’re a failure, You must do the same thing as they do, They might think you’re a freak. But why do we need to care about our behaviours from other perspectives. It’s basically nothing, literally nothing to others, But these dreams are important to us, not to them. Dreams are gems in the mine, the stars in the sky that lights up our soul. We take in control, We can make in a goal. Don’t sell your oil, We need to accelerate our dream with that! How lovely, our dreams will meet in a place called Dream Land. Wow, my dream is there for nearly three years, Face filled with tears, leaving my peers, Stepping the gears, hearing some cheers, Being one of the frontiers, Who succeeded in making their dreams come true. For me, that place, Dream Land, is a special place, We can reinforce our pace, Or slow it down. But we never let go of our dream. Being extreme is too much, I tried that before. Now forwarding my trip, stepping into my dream in reality — I’m an artist.