Poetry

how i wish to see that day
when my dreams will come to stay
and my aims will never be astray
a day my visions will lay
eggs that will always portray
the glory of not still being a prey

but my pessimisms always hung around
as i fear that my anticipations would be on the wound
and my dreams never found
my hopes might be trampled on the ground
and my life could be even out of bounds

it all depends on what today i bring forth
and the optimisms that fill my thought
to meet the day that is blur
so that i would never be at the rear
if tomorrow ever comes