Life is full of make believe, <br />dreams of earnest topping fame. <br />Gilded Lilies spring up everywhere <br />as if in some dark nightmare. <br />We look with weary eyes <br />at temples we want to climb. <br />The shrines we want to spell out our name, <br />but with heavy sighs, we heave, <br />knowing our dreams are but make believe. <br /> <br />Each hill we climb <br />brings us closer, <br />to our vacant dreams departed. <br />Still we strive towards them, <br />hoping one day to catch a glimpse, <br />of what our heart wants most, <br />the dreams that will not fade, <br />in the hollow halls, <br />of the land of make believe.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-believe-5/
