• Starting out as a small speck upon a shard of glass
    Day by day it comes and goes all the while haunting me
    Further more it follows me all the way into class
    Although it haunts me I’m always looking for its glee
    As I go on and on I think more about this dream
    The longer I wait the bigger this small speck becomes
    If I try to ignore it, it dreams up a big scheme
    Even as I get pulled away it always drums
    The heavy beating of this shard never disappears
    So shall things come and go on your once upon a chance
    On and on I go awaiting for these dreadful tears
    Although it may feel like I will fall I keep my stance
    My dream was pulled away, farther and farther by them
    My dream was flowing in my grasp; gleaming like a gem