I have a Dream...

..... it used to be so near me. My Dreams.
It slipped and I watch it die.
I have no courage to hold it tight... and I didn't.
And to look back at it now, I must say I haven't regret.
Just that the scars left behind keep tearing.

Sometimes I wonder, if I kept my Dreams in my bottle, will it still spill? But i'm learning to take charge now.

Finally I learnt that letting go will make things more beautiful.
Things that I didn't pursue in the past, maybe its time to do so now...
I can't wait another 10 years saying the same thing anymore.

Please let me live my life like how it uses to be...