I used to dream dreams
So grand not even I believed them
Dreams about power, dreams about love
Dreams about flowers, dreams about lust
But reality killed the dreams in me
Crushed them like none of it mattered
And part of me felt empty, devastated
Yet another part felt proud but isolated
That was when I became part of society
Following people for no apparent reason
Nobody told me why I should
But I thought it was because I could
After a few years of being a nobody
I realized there was a spark in me
And I could turn it into a fire
If only I had enough hope and desire
So I started a journey to discover new places
See why people were how they were
And I found out people's dreams get crushed
Just like mine did when into society I was ******
Everyone I met once had big goals
But now they were just part of another world
And in that world dreams were fulfilled
But here all those dreams were killed
And I cannot believe how we ended up like this
How we could destroy our dreams
Just to be part of something more
That people hate and abhor
And there I was, thinking how to make it better
When I concluded that no turning back was possible
To this conclusion I arrived at a young age
Although I keep dreaming of breaking out of this cage
Because people only worry about money
They hate to live with a small stipend
Even though some people want to make it their own way
Most of us stay with materialistic values
And now a bigger dream has awoken inside my body
Not to be like the rest, to be myself
To keep dreaming the dreams I once dreamt
To be someone worth being kept
This was one of the first poems I ever wrote. It is a bit cheesy, and I never really liked it, but I think it ought to be published somewhere.