Dreamers Pt 1. Poem by Terri A

Many people know what they want to be in life...others...not so much


There are those,

fresh out of the womb,

that know they want to be doctors.

They grow up and there they are...MD's and PHD.

What about me?

What do I want to be?


Some draw it out on paper;

on crayon.

They dream,

play dress up.

Ten years later,

when all that's done,

they realize that, 'That's no fun.'


Switched lanes and an aspiration later,

they've found the perfect career for

themselves.

They made up their minds...twice.

I've never even done it once; yet.


Then there is 'the rest.'

Those that never 'fit in.'

Never got it right.

'This is it! The career for me.'

Those words sound like a distant dream.

'You'll never make it.'


These dreamers.

They always fascinate me.

They have so much untapped potential.

Their passion runs endlessly.


Society tries to fit it all into one thing;

but, this certainly cannot be contained.

'Hobbies get you nowhere.'

'Get your head out the clouds.'

Society's favorite suppressors

to keep you down.


Remember, while they are still shooting

you're already there.

Those clouds you dream in,

it's there they are aiming.


Told to come out, yet,

'Shoot for the stars.'

Why shoot what you already are?

STARS


Look around.

These 'dreamers' of yesterday;

they made the very things

society fights over today.


The fast cars,

Latest model,

Hottest brands.

They'll pay to have a piece of your Wonderland.

It'll be your time.


Remember,

Rome was not

built in a day.

Don't rush.

You'll figure it out.

I'll wait.


Your dreams are gonna change the world