Dreams are what you make it as some say/dreams are what you see when reality dont live up to what you want/dreams are what you wanna put into your goals but my dreams never end without seeing the daily set of my real world..you see i use to want that small house,five rooms, two kids, a great husband and a family dog to come home from my nine to five kick my shoes off and start dinner for my family. To have game night every thursday and sex with my husband three times a day like the bible say.I use to want that perfect world..but now i just wanna live; i just wanna get by and thats sad...i just wanna workd so hard and grind just to hold on to my hard earn money and never spend it on anything i dont need like red bottoms just to walk to the front of the club or a 3.5 million dollar car i cant afford..now i just wanna live...in a condo by myself;no kids,no husband,one car,a fish tank,and a pit bull...a gun in my night stand and a bible in my bottom draw..people ask me where do i see myself in five years...i would surpise myself if i knew that answer to not love anything you do but enjoy the fact that money can be made to not dream but have nightmares cause this world aint even close to what your young dreams wanted cant even say i want that white fench around my big white house and a garden every spring just to see the flowers grow i cant even say i want that degree in my china closet too show how much i put in cause school and me is def a dead end..i cant even say i want that young dream perfect world anymore cause all my dreams turn into dreams and nightmares and when im up and the sunrise for another day i cant determine where to start all i know is get this money and live comfortable and thats sad when you cant even tell your dreams and nightmares apart so when you ask me about a perfect world, perfect dont exist; the onoly existent is the path im not on and i dont even know where to start.
