Dreams Poem by David Olughu

Dreams don't just die; they get murdered
by the same person they were supposed to be mothered.
Dreams don't just become nightmares.
They get hidden in dark rooms and locked beneath broken chairs.
Dreams don't just happen,
they are dim images you need to sharpen.
So when next you dream,
don't scream.
It won't kill you, though it might need you to break.
Remember, an egg must get broken for a chick's sake.
Fan your dreams to flame and let it lead you to fame.
Because the ONE that put them in you
knows that you can achieve them too.

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