I can only dream. Whether the dream shall come true, only the future can reveal. Till a time comes that I can be sure it shall not happen, I can be hopeful. I can continue to think it will be realized. This life, it runs on either hope or despair. Till the day my hope is vanquished, I shall not despair. If my hope is vanquished, I can despair for a while. Again time shall move. I shall dream again. I shall be hopeful of that dream. The despair might be reborn too, or maybe that dream shall be realized. This is my life’s cycle. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. For somewhere deep inside me, I know a dream will be realized; for when I first heard of dreams, I had dreamt of dreaming someday and that came true.