I have lived a dream.
But I ask for more,
I want to live my dream.
More, more, More
Whatever I have, whatever I had is just reality
Why can’t I have more?
I frolicked in the tea fields, and lived in a place fit for a postcard.
But that was just reality. If I get there again that would be a dream.
I sailed the seven seas for years with hubby. Again that was just reality.
If I could pay for my fare and sail again that would be a dream.
I live near the beach and it does feel like a dream. But then again that’s just reality now.
So, then what’s a dream?
I still dream that I could be travelling again. Sailing the Seven seas and snapping the Seven Wonders. I still dream that I am passing through Seven cities in Seven days.
I would do all that in a blink of an eye. But in all my dreams my hubby accompanies me grudgingly. So I lay down my dream for reality.
My reality is, we have a roof over our heads, we are well nourished (may be a bit too much), we are all still alive and there is a very good chance for a tomorrow. Hubby is working very hard to make sure my tomorrow is a very good reality. Do I need more?
I think my reality is pretty close to a dream.