in fear the years will creep up on me

My sms to Mr Sunflower last night:

Here i lie crying bcos im so scared.
So scared of losing my dreams.
Does growing up mean that dreams will be forgotten and wilt into the past?
Does growing up mean that our dreams were just a figment of imagination?
Does it fade away as more responsibilities come our way?
I'm so scared that i'll look back and regret not pursuing something further.
I'm so scared that i would be telling some youth, "hey that's what i wanted to do."
Here i lie in tears, in fear the years will creep up on me.



Mr Sunflower's reply this morning:

I believe everybody that dreams big feels like that sometimes but do not ever give up. always runnin and workin towards it, is key to gettin there. everyday we work towards that goal we become a little faster, a little stronger. we walk a mile further than we used to. and one day we'll get there. everytime u get discouraged i'll be there to lift u up because i know u'd do the same for me. i'm countin on u. with me by your side rest assured we will get there.

Get on

four sticks and vomitful of beer
just an outlet to release all the fear
we work hard, we try to stay real
after all've been done, there's just no way to steer clear
Of the pressures and power of subtle oppression

is that all we'll get after a month's hard work
is that all there's to life till the end of times
then why do we still fight to survive
if this is how we're really gonna live all our lives

a windfall's not about to come any soon, just like that
an opportunity's not gonna land in our faces, just like that
its time to stand up for our future, its now to lead a change
sulking and avoidance will get us nowhere
there's a price to to pay, it'll be worthwhile someday
and before that time comes, get on with the race

Missing you in the middle of the night

Lying in your embrace a state of bliss
In your eyes in your touch I find a promise of love and peace
I'll just be anywhere you'll be
This much I know, I know it from your kiss

Baby I'm missing you as the minutes go
the next time we'll meet again it seems really long
I need your sweet whispers down my neck and holding me in this cold
On this bed I lie I imagine us together growing old

I hope to see you in my dreams tonight my sweet dreams tonight
Baby hold me tight, make everything alright