Concrete.

Life is an imaginary road,
That we only realize when we are already there,
A long time after.
The dream is a touchable horizon,
That we only realize when we fulfill, what once was a dare,
Our awake imagination finally.

It takes time, it takes nights, days, sometimes tears
But it will happen,
Does not worry, my dear,
It will turn into reality,
and you will wake up with a smile from eye to eye,
A healed heart, a not-hurting concrete.
No more whys, no more fearing the apart,
You will be on the way to meet your sweet.