Chasing dreams

Long back we had some dreams,
We are still chasing them it seems,
The days grew smaller, the nights long,
Some steps were right, some wrong.

The youthful hearts symphony of hope,
Is now the drowning hand's only rope,
As the days fade to the drunken lullaby,
Droplets of memories keep raining by.

On a ship away from far away land,
Where normalcy of life still stand.
Battering winds tear at every hull,
The shoreline lights now seem so dull.

And yet, we keep running on and on,
The horizon we will reach strong,
For you have now but little choice,
You have long sold your inner voice.