Life

I speak of the places You see in your dreams And the places you go every day. The elaborate castles in the air And the little red houses we live in. The magnificent cities you See in your imagination And the ones you've been to a thousand times. I speak of the good days And the bad days. Exciting promotions And terrible migraines. The best experiences you've ever had And the nights you cried yourself to sleep. The wilted flowers and broken promises Mixed with soft music and great deeds. The great conflicts And the centuries of peace, Desolate deserts and green valleys. I speak of the people you haven't met And the people you love with all your heart. The people you pass on the street And the shoulders you cry on When it all seems hopeless Or when you're too overjoyed for words. I speak of great futures And lost opportunities. Prickly cactuses And pointy knives Mixed with fuzzy cats And gentle touches. This world contains all of these things And life is the great mixture Of which I speak.