Hold Onto Your Dreams Poem by Irma Goo

Comfort kills creativity is what they said to me
And the day before

But whatever has creativity gotten me
But more creativity in store?

So I sit here watching tv
Until my mind cant take no more

And I'll sigh and leave
It behind
And watch them live on screen
And feel a kind of releif
Cuz it means
That I don't have to live mine

And I'll almost go to sleep
All up in my sheets
Late at night or none at all
We could be free, you and me
Or me alone
As our lives are put on stall

Or I can write and learn theory
Until I'm weary and see the light turn green
And I might not seem completely at ease as I pass you by
And I may seem cheery but inside I'm most likely dreary
Because it's not a lie to realize that a life of work is
not one at all

Isn't that what is always said to people like me?
Who live halfway here yet in adream
And it is clear to those that are near
That while I still steer
I'm running low and any day soon
Whatever is left might disappear
And to them it is right to expect me to write as they concede their own fight as concluded

And in my eyes they still see the light and find me deluded when I lay here
sometimes doing nothing at all
But as to their expectations of me I simply demand them to prove them
And sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I drink these tears half diluted
But my life seems to be rooted onto this plain
So I can get creative but really when will I make it?
Probably most likely not at all