Ink stops flowing, words halt.
Everything restricts, everything repeats.
I see her happily beaming at him,
And someone else is living my dream.
She looks at me from far below,
I appear nonchalant, I go with the stream.
I am the pinnacle I don't want to be,
I am living someone else's dream.
Why would anyone want to be,
Realization suddenly dawns on me.
This is a real world and it's my reality,
But certainly, I am living someone else's dream.
I live her dream, she lives mine.
But she is what I want to be,
Suddenly, its too late to realize
That I too, am someone else's dream.