(Sunday, July 15, 2007/9:37 AM)
MistakeOops.
Looks like I forgot the italics.
Oh well.
Imagination and dreams,
Two objects we can't see.
But who would ever know,
They affected so many lives as such told.
There's the story of a guy,
Who wanted to reach out beyond the sky.
Help everybody he would,
For by then his hand could reacher wherever he could.
But all didn't go very much well,
Because the guy himself couldn't tell
Whether whoever he was helping,
Was actually being helped.
He was in utter dismay,
He wondered day and night.
How he could get out of failure,
Or was failure the only thing in sight?
He thought back to a situation,
Where someone left his relationships to follow his dream.
But when his dream involved people themselves,
What else could this mean?
He stared at the sky,
Couldn't think.
This dream of his,
Began to sink.
He still got along with life,
As if he was perfectly normal.
But the most important part of his life gone,
Made his night full of sorrow.
Then one fine day,
Along she came...I'll continue later...T.T