Death Of A Dream Poem by Augustus Gatlin

Dreams do not turn to dust. They simply disperse away from you, for as you are in pursuit of those dreams they seem to never come through. You try and try to but things would not say, and as you think about life, you realize how karma's a witch, and prays she stays out of your way. I try to stay way from you karma because my God is all I need, to stay focus on my dreams, and finally succeed.

I can handle the stress of trying to succeed, for my God I feel as though this is my plead, to accomplish something that I can calm as mine, so now, but eternal, that last from the end of time.

Oh lord I need help with my dreams, for with such things nothing is as it seems. Things can be hard, things may be tough, but things are never as rough as the failure of a chased dream. Oh Lord support me at my time of need because my opportunity comes as though it was a stream, because Lord I need your help so this won't be a death of a dream.