I was once filled with wonderful things
My mom called them dreams and said one day they’ll come true
How naive of me at my young age to think that fulfillment would flicker on like a light switch
Now dreams go unfulfilled because I thought it’d be easy
Easy to flip the switch when I wanted to
Now I see the real deal
Deferred dreams bear fruit ripe for the picking
All I need is a ladder to reach my destiny
The rotten, unworthy dreams have already fallen from the tree
But the good, ripe promising dreams remain
Holding on strong
No matter the harshness of the season I go through
Life keeps moving, fruit keeps bearing
Hold fast to dreams they only die when you let them