Buried dreams

It is not what it seems,
when we make real our dreams,
why can't it all become true,
for me or for you,
maybe harder we try,
but depths fall from aimed high,
keeping us down low,
where we never grow,
hidden in the shade,
where the memories fade,
forgotten after not long,
like we have done something wrong,
the dreams are all that remain,
to hold tight through the pain,
buried beneath the solid ground,
where we will never be found.