Passing by the night garden

The night garden never to imagine that it lies near to my home. Seems like fairy tale that a dream can be a reality just by dreaming it. The garden was filled by flowers from all of the continent from red to green and yellow to bright white. For me to have such imagination to ever come here never would have thought that everything can be done with such a little effort.

To have my dream right next to my window. To have millions of hope to where we see everything. Would it be every night for me to look outside for any sight of hope or is it to wait till the time I actually be inside my hope, my dream and ambition. None would ever guess that a mind of a kid for its complexity. None would ever think of what would come next when the mystery occurs within our mind. Population of memory inside our mind always mingle with fact that nothing comes right after we were born. travel our memory to the part where we made our dream from the remnants of our failure to see the start of our final.

Easy 10 days of what we remember or is it hardship for the rest of our life as we see our goal flashing in front of our eyes. What we bought in the past suppose to be the energy of our upcoming future. Never we as a dreamer to disregard our dream just to make sure everything goes the right way. Nor even to cost our time righting the wrong or the other way around.

Many days might have pass
Many nights are over
But if we never loose sight of the night garden right outside our window
Should we ever loose any more of we've begun
Should we ever forget what lies ahead
Should we just remember to look outside through the window
--A.Mamonto