"Whenever I'm asked who makes my dreams real..."

I stay up waiting for something to happen but in the end it doesn't. It makes me wonder what's really going on. It makes me wonder what might have changed. It makes me wonder what the point is.

I'm still looking forward, but at times I doubt if there's something left to look forward to. I cling to the hope that there is.

In the end I only dream of the best, and the best is what keeps me dreaming.