The DreamA Poem by J StylezA childhood thought so quaint and short; Is now your drive, no last resort. You want a life of finer things; The fame, the money, you want the Dream. You practice hard, the weekends through; Your friends and family believe in you. And though you stumble your heart does sing; You can't quit now, reach for the Dream. You quit your job you worked fulltime; And music became your daily grind. Now penny-less is your new theme; You could care less, it’s for the Dream. It’s been a year and now you’re spent; With no big break, can’t pay your rent. When hope felt lost a light did gleam; The radio played your song “The Dream”. A flood of calls soon filled the station; From coast to coast, your new Fan Nation. “Please play that song!” they all would scream; Your moment has come to live The Dream. The label signs you, an album was pressed; A thirty-stop tour made platinum success. You're now consumed by the glam and bling; You went for broke, you are The Dream. Your family gone, your friendships stained; You drink to hide your loveless pain. To what end justified the means; You sold your soul to have The Dream. And there you stand upon the stage; The drugs don’t seem to calm your rage. A heavy price you paid it seems; There’s nothing left except The Dream.
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