Many call it a dream, mere fantasy
A closing of eyes to reality
Something to keep the mind from dormancy
Hence, man breaks not the bonds of sanity
Dreams don’t feed on nothing, on wishes
Start from scratch if that is all you got
Though not as easy as doing dishes
Release it from the mind else it rots
Most dreams get slapped from the beholder’s face
Knocked out by sentiments and expectations
Its essence unmade and unduly erased
Contact loss and a dimming of great visions
Why not let the kid be, let him choose?
Let her chase her dreams, face challenges?
Why hang his ambitions on a noose?
Parents got to let go the hedges
Take notice; Dreams behave like living beings
Starts at conception, grows well on nursing
Only on acting does it reproduce
And dies hard if all that…
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