Glass Castles (what I'm best at)

I'm reading a book! I go through the pages endlessly, sometimes wishing for time to stop so I can read until my eyes hurt and "the end" appears written in the pages.

In the beginning I did quite get it. What the hell are glass castles?
Now... as the pages left on my right hand begin to scarce... now I know that the book could very well be called dreams or unfinished life, or something like that.
But while I have a few more pages left, it made me think about all the glass castles in my life...
One day I was told I could be whatever I wanted to, be good at whatever I choose. Some say: do only what you are best at! Well, I guess I'm really good at dreaming... outstanding even... and I do pretty well at living too...
But I wish I didn't have so many glass castles in my life, so many unfinished stories, so many sand written promises and plans...
But then again... Dreaming is what I do best and without all my silly and impossible dreams I would have never felt the sweetness of a stolen kiss, the uniqueness of love, the realization of a dream becoming true!

Why?

Why are you so beautiful?
No wonder my heart is falling
For you
Day after day
Even more

Why are you so wonderful?
No wonder my mind craves
And is willing to pay
A penny for your thoughts
Even a million... kisses!

Why are you so far?
No wonder my eyes shut
Just to see you
And my dreams become you!

Why are you, you?
No wonder I have
A hard time
Being me
Without you!

Illusions

We all have our dreams, our goals, but sometimes those dreams are nothing but an illusion! They never had a chance to become true, maybe they were never dreams at all, simple mirages: we only see what we want to!
And we live that illusion as if it was reality, we feel and cry and tear and live and die... until one day the sun will shine brighter and a real dream comes along the sun beams...
Wait for the day when the sun will shine just for you and your dream will become true, or your illusion, a dream...