I am the sunset cascading my light across the thin line separating ocean and sky
I am the greener grass on the other side
I am the should have, could have, would have chance everyone regrets not taking
I am everything, but real
I am confident on a stage, with people of every age
I am loud for all to hear and I grow gracefully every year
I blossom and dream, but I never let anyone in
I can speak in front of crowds and look like I have no doubts
I can speak one on one and and be accomplished and done
I say what you want to hear because I observe how this world turns
I'm a dream, but not tangible
I take chances but not with my heart for another
I sin, but unnoticed because no one is allowed in
What good is being the dream when I'm no one's reality?
Am I me, without someone else to complete?
Or am I just some happy thought here to please...