Burdens

Are our dreams only burdens on our backs, in our hands,

while we cave in to expectations and society's demands?

Are we supposed to pursue the future we crave,

or only use them as means to escape our days till we meet the grave?

Are we supposed to let go of the beauty that can create,

and instead vaguely wish for a way out of our misery and self-hate?

But dreams, those burdens on our backs and in our hands,

aren't they the motivation to rise from mere sitting to actually stand?

Shouldn't we pursue that future and make it real,

rather than only dream to escape life's ordeal?

Aren't we to let go of the beauty that can exist,

only for the sake of creating beauty in our midst?

Because I've been dreaming and I'm working hard to keep my hopes dead,

and I've been thinking these dreams are better off locked inside my head.  

Author's Note

People are quick to tell me to chase my dreams, but not to ask what my dreams are and help me turn them into reality. It's like a kid saying they want to be a doctor and teachers commending them but showing no further interest in the kid's education. Among other things, this bothers me. So, of course, I wrote about it.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i have always advised young people to follow their instincts and pursue their dreams. it can be a daunting prospect, some seem unattainable at the very least, others seem impossible. the chinese have a proverb which goes. "the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" unless we are willing to take that first step, we will never find our dreams. this is wonderfully penned....

[Siren]

thank you. quinny. i suppose you cold say im stuck between hopefulness and meaninglessness. it's an odd place to be.

[quinfinn]

and a dark place too. i hope your reach enlightenment, dear one. let me know if i can be of any assistance.

[Siren]

*hugs* you already are plenty assistance. if i need something, i'll let you know. i think now's a good time for laying in the hammock and reading a good book. (;

[quinfinn]

enjoy, honey!