An Awakening Daydream

Whatever became

Of the dreams

I once made

They always seemed

Etched into stone

And reflecting on them

I can see

I have somehow

Lost them all

To the whirlwind

Of society's ideas

What can be

And what cannot

Making me fearful

Of the words

I so desperately

Want

To use as the acrylics

To this canvas

It wouldn't be art

If there wasn't a struggle

Silly nonsense like this

Makes for self rejection

Believing in lies

And in fiction

These aren't the rules

They are just suggestions

Deflect all those worries

And all of the looks

You are able to make

Dreams a reality

Even if it means taking

All your life

And putting it in

A corner of the world

It is still your corner

Where others

Can see your dreams

Take a deep breath

And inflate

Into those deflated

Dreams

They will float

Once more

And find hearts

For homes

Kindling the fire

Of what is humanity

Marking one more

Strike of things

That have gone

Right in the world

Never doubt

That those words

Those dreams

Touched the sky