Dreaming, you picture your life
All pleasure, no sign of strife
But it didn't work out
Reality wakes you up with a shout

Falling, into the trap you yourself set
Dull routine is all you get
You don't live, you exist
Ticking off the days on your list

Dying, your hopes and ideals fade
So much you could have made
Of your life; now you regret
All the challenges you never met

Cleaning, you strip away what's left
Of ambition or hope you're bereft
Bitterness your only defence
Cynicism is all that makes sense

Calling, something breaks through
Reawakens what is really you
Deep inside your soul's core
There's still something that hungers for more

Changing, it's not yet too late
To live, there's no need to hate
Yourself quite so much
Be what you are, accept it as such

Seeing, life is in colour again
You can banish the greyness, enjoy the rain
There's still beauty to find
For those looking for it with an open mind