Sarajevo Dream

SARAJEVO DREAM
Hang it up or throw it out 
it's what the world is all about,
there's nothing in tomorrow that
has not been dreamt about.

All things will stay all the same
 it's only what's been re-arranged
it seems to be another day
 but nothing's really changed.

There is a window sealed up tight
somewhere it's day somewhere it's night
some things might seem to be not nice
 but maybe they are right.

You can ride a shooting star
 from anywhere you are
and it will take you everywhere
 but will not take you far.

Life is such a funny thing
 sometimes we cry sometimes we sing
we know not where we're coming from,
 nor what our dying has to bring.

You will never even see
 what your life was meant to be
until you take a closer look
 at who you are to me.

Shades of black that turn to gray
 Spring was here but couldn't stay.
But every dream we've ever have had
 will never go away.

Down by the river, blood flows free
Tells all the world dreams can not be.
But Sarajevo has a way
Of not believing
          all we see.

© ron wilson 
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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