Dreams, they say they should fill reams.
Fill you life with purpose.
Bring tears of joy to the surface.
But dreams.
Do they truly make you free.
Or are they forms of imagination that only fill you with remorse and a false sense of determination.
Make you feel as if you are progressing when in reality you are regressing, putting a cap on your means of expressing as you work toward a goal that in the end is depressive.