A Sonnet for Dreams

I want to roar like a lion, but fear smothers my dreams

Blatant cries of bystanders seep like poison through my skin

Stifled by unfaithfulness and discontented screams

I’m forced into a servitude that tell me I’m akin

Crude voices project messages of righteousness and sooth

As insecure shadows linger solemnly behind

They say my dreams are but fantasy, acquired through youth

As deceitful lies shelter me, clouding up my mind

But my voice shalt not be weary, over whelmed nor dictated

Though many stand against me stale, awaiting such a fall

Courage in my journey, I will keep my mind elated

With thoughts, as golden symphonies, remind me to stand tall

Let their prejudiced opinions constrict them and decay

For feeble chains can never hold a lion from its prey.