Dreams Poem by Elli Unknown

When do people give up on their dreams?
When do people stop trying?
Do people want them for the right reasons?

When do people handcuff themselves to the routine?
How many failures does it take to beat someone down?

They tell me how much they hate their jobs
They tell me how much they hate their lives

They don't tell me what they once aspired for
They don't tell me how they got to where they are

They wake up every day with no aspirations
Nothing to look forward to
Except what has been engraved in their brain of the things they should want

Their eyes are empty
Their souls are starving to death
They live in a state of broken dreams

They just haven't realized all they need is a closer look inside themselves.