The Lost Dreams

Passion for what I do,

And who I truly am.

Burned deep as I grew,

Diverting me from my plan.

A plan I had though out oh so well,

And wished to shape my life.

A plan that I now constantly dwell,

For it had caused nothing but strife.

I fought and clawed my way to the top,

But that is a lonely place to be.

A place where there is nothing left to do but drop,

For becoming something I never wanted to be.

I buried my dreams in a deep, dark hole

And let the corporate world woo me.

I had lost track of my one true goal,

I lost myself and was no longer free.

Free to be myself in truth,

And lead what I truly wanted to do.

Lost who I was in my youth,

Because I thought I needed to be like you.

I needed to walk and talk and act like you did,

Just to make you proud.

Because when I was a kid,

You cast such a large cloud.

A cloud that seemed to shadow my dreams,

And make them feel stupid and dumb.

So I buried them where no one would hear their screams,

And never see the truth of what I had become.

My dreams were shattered,

Because of your views.

As though nothing I did ever mattered,

And that I didn't have a right to choose.

Now I sit here, old and grey

As lonely as can be.

Wishing that I had not bowed to your sway,

And wishing for my dreams with one final plea.