Little dreams

Little men with little dreams
all struggling to make some sense
of their life that offers them no respite
and coming to terms with pain and pretense

How things do matter no-one understands
but all jump right in with half a stance
survival is the call of the day
Whether they will succeed is part of chance

Never giving even a passing thought
To what we were born to be and what's our core
of what would have made us happier
and make us love ourselves and our work just a tinge more

and so life moves on
With a thousand sorrows
and we turn out to be a survivor
with no tomorrow

Not that we give a damn to the moment
Just half-glad that we are still half-alive
We'd rather fill ourselves with longing
Than to dream a dream and really strive

Just a shoddy look-a-like
of all what we could have been
All we try is to size our goals with every failing
To match an uncertain future
that we wish remain forever unseen