I had a dream, I was standing on top of the mountain At the peak of the highest mountain I couldn’t recognize the name I was lucky to watch everything under my feet as I was standing on top And that felt so good because I always wish to visit the space
Everything looked so small when I looked down I shouted loud trying to reach out to the small crowd, but nobody heard my voice I kept on trying, but my voice simple started to disappear
I was up there, but all alone I looked around starting to wonder where everybody else was But there were no familiar faces around, instead, I began to fall down I cried for help with no one hearing me Only the few I saw on my way down seemed to be standing just close by, but no one felt sorry for me I kept falling down and down
I tried to hold on to all the casualties avoiding to end up on the ground, but it was too late Because the speed I was moving with was way too faster than the speed I was moving with on my way up I found myself on the ground with my pockets out
I heard them laughing, whispering things I couldn’t take well “He was up there with the coconuts, but now he’s back on the ground, what goes up will eventually come down” I knew it was true, but I couldn’t take it well still
Eventually, I realized for all these years I was up there, leaving my dream Going to wherever I wanted to go to, doing whatever I wanted to do in my own time, on top of everything I wasn’t actually at the peak of the mountain, but on top of the hands of those who sacrificed everything to get me up there To shine in this unbearable life Those who went to bed with a slice of bread and a glass of water for me to be who I was before I fell down But I easily turned my back on them, walked away with all the sacrifices they made for me
What was I thinking? Wait a minute . . . . Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all
But trying to think back, I remembered, I simply got involved with the wrong people People who never pay attention to their backgrounds, only focus on the present I became one of them until I fell down
Mr. Goodtime I was called, because I was forever partying Spending money like peanuts, while living my life like there was no tomorrow
But I fell so bad I’m even scared to face the world again But I’m glad it was just a dream . . . . . . . . .
