My dreams were found last.
Yet, that is the way it is supposed to go.
See, if they came first,
Who then would appreciate them?
There would be no late night study,
Tears from hard work,
Tears of frustration of time,
Feeling everything slip past,
Waiting for time
Tick-tocking away,
Day after day,
month after month,
year after year.
Yearning only for what you see of the future
Not what you do and feel daily.
But worse than not having a dream,
Not able to have a higher purpose,
not having anything to strive for,
is simply forgetting.
With a 50 hour work week,
Feeding fast meals to your hearts strings,
Baths, pajamas, kisses,
Dishes, dusting, mopping, vacuuming,
Baseball games, football practice,
cheerleading tryouts,
Weeping in exhaustion,
falling asleep before laying in bed,
and sleeping your life away,
only briefly remembering your dreams
in that sleeping time
not remembered in waking hours.
But you awake with a purpose,
With confidence, ambition,
Love radiating to the miniature selves
Patience abloom
Because happiness, success was seen, lived,
Dreams were actually true,
In your dreams,
But when you realize
That should never be the only place your dream should live,
Will you then have the courage
To step away from the routine,
To give less of yourself in all facets
To be able to be more,
To live more,
To cherish more,
What your dreams spawned from
What your dreams legacy will leave.
I’m not sure,
perhaps I should be asked
In a few more months.