people like us

who are we if not,

the whisperers of music and art.

who are we if not,

the storehouse of dreams,

ambition and gratitude.

ordinary people,

with hearts full of memories,

of love and regrets.

people who

believe in the happy endings,

and yet prepare for the worst.

people who

love in the sunlight

and yearn in the moonlight.

people who

find beauty in pain,

and call life a miracle.

and yes,

there are days,

when the world pushes us down,

but look at us rise

with our unshaken will,

and fight,

to live another day.

who are we if not,

powerless mortals,

who on days,

when everything feels like nothing,

will believe nothing is their everything.

so worry not,

if today's not your day,

worry not,

if somehow all your plans,

fall through,

worry not,

if nothing you know,

makes sense anymore.

Because someday,

believe me,

you and I,

we will race down the clouds,

and catch,

all the stars we called,

our dreams and hopes.

-s