Once, I was a Dreamer

     Once, I was a dreamer.  Then I woke up with my dreams on.  Then again, I walked with the dream.  Further then, I slept with the dream.  After the dream, I became a lawyer.  It is no longer a dream.

Clue

Dear Mentor,

     Sometimes, when you know it is over, the worst is yet to come.

Star

Dear Mentor,

     I am the brightest star in the universe.  I am the brightest jewel in the crown of God.  I belong to the dark universe.  I am me, I am light

Free Soul

Dear Mentor,

     There are so many free souls, I know and he is one of them.  So free that he can fly anywhere, that he can be everywhere.  I would want to be one yet I cannot be one.  I am just a lonely spectator in a busy and wide world.  Yes, I can aonly see him yet I cannot have him.  If only I have the force of the environment to have him in my hands, but I am too weak…too weak to even touch him.

     Tears are my only consolation to wipe away the sorrows;  to end the pain – the pain that penetrates my being of not having you.

     How soon shall I have a piece of him?  Just the stares would do.  And, then when it happens, I shall savor the times as if eternity stood still.  And, in eternity, I shall own such stare…forever.

Teacher

Dear Mentor,

     I would rather be a failed lawyer than a failed teacher.

Writing

Dear Mentor,

     I write so much so that I will write so well….and write so well what I think and feel.

Better Right

Dear Mentor,

     What gave you a better right to hurt me when I gave love in return?

Reciprocity

Dear Mentor,

     Why do I love much and never loved in return?  Is it not that love involves reciprocal obligations?

Misunderstood

Dear Mentor,

     She’s far than usual.  Unique yet so common….The commonality pervades her air.  But, why?  Why was she left out in the middle ofe everything.  She was nice too, but why is this done to her?  She is just misunderstood.

Nice Try

  Dear Mentor,   

      I am not so young anymore.  I am mature enough to decipher what you wanted me to do.  I can decide well now.  My eyes are open, no longer blurred by what I felt before – what you wanted me to feel.

     Gone are the days when a single act of kindness was interpreted to mean as something by me.  Now I know.  Things are not what they seem.  Things are not what I really hear.  If I should be sorry, I should be sorry for myself, for hurting it so badly…for feeding it with your lies, your feigned affections, and your false smiles.

     Now, I cannot be wrong.  I must not be deceived by what you brought from yesterday.  I should not be fooled now, or else, i shall be fooled forever.  It was a nice try, though.  Try it again later, I might give in.