UselessGraphicArtist

What do people think when they finally reach the end of their dreams?
When I finally get there, what sort of face will I have?

Even if I am betrayed, deemed unnecessary
I won't forget, what I chose for myself

Even if it's a false dream, I will strive for it
It's okay to laugh about it now
Even if it's something simple, I want to aim for it
It's still off in the distance, but surely, even the fake will become real