Dreams are a weird thing

They seem so real

Sometimes, you wished they were true

Sometimes, not

You get to travel to the past

you foresee the future

And not surprisingly,

its never ever true

Through this, I see

I observe

And that's about it.

In my mind, I struggle to understand

my view of this world around me

Why things happen a certain way...

Like a rapid, life is brimming with vigour.

Strong torrents of water,

paving through the ground

It is constantly changing

Never stagnant

The water molecules all play a part

In this massive movement

If the sky was a huge pair of eyes, looking down upon the Earth. It would have seen everything that has taken place over the ages. It is peering down at every single spot in the world, observing mankind and his lifestyle. We are all under this vast horizon...

Looking at the sky, I struggle to see through those eyes. Colossal distances are no longer a barrier. Whenever I look up, I'd be watching over you...