Hopeless Dream
Why must I imagine the most amazing things that are so far out of reach
Can't I grasp these?
If I truely believed?
They say you can always reach them
But for these I cannot
They are too far gone
Stupid to say the least
Why would she like me?
Of all the people to chase?
I should be the last
But I guess she will have to wait and see
Only time can tell
This poem is about:
Me