i know who you are  
a day dreamer like me
hoping, longing for better
anxiously searching for pleasant unknown
that dream to call your own
nonetheless, your soul feels shaggy
that goal you had is now a fleck
yet
you hold on
you might let go of all but your dream
that dream where nothing is confined
still holds glimmer of your  light
so
shield it from next gale of  critic disapprove
because you know gentle breeze will follow
that glimmer will spark and glow
breathe one more day and see
it was not just a dream at all
but cremated shards of reality.