Dreams (poem)

We stare at the sky,
Dreaming,
Thinking of things to come,
As the world collapses in ruins all around us.
We think we can fly,
But then we come crashing back to ground,
Broken and sad.
Maybe some day,
I don't know when,
Our dreams,
Our Hopes,
Will come to fruition.
So, big world,
Keep on dreaming,
Dreaming of things to come.

Hey, look, its bruce!