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.