My Lost Dreams

My Lost Dreams

I wanted to be many things growing up

I wanted to be all the possible things in the world

My soul was greedy like that

But there wasn’t enough time, tolerance or energy for me to be those things

So, one by one I watched the dreams die, the memories fade

But of all the things I wanted to be

I wanted most to be someone great

I wanted to bring change, help someone heal

Most of all I wanted to die out quickly and suddenly

You see, I wanted to be like a beautiful firework

Illuminating the night sky for just a moment

Piercing the minds of all who saw me with color

For that moment they stop and stared. “Wow”

Then I faded out of sight, returned to ashes

Scattering across the hearts of those below

But I burned out somewhere along the way

My lit fuse extinguished by life

Thrown in a box of fireworks to be used another year

But every year it rained, and there I sat collecting dust

Wondering if I could ever see the sky one last time

There were so many things I couldn’t become

That loved ones wanted me to

A fool put on the pedestal and treated like a king

But a fool I was, and no more than a fool could I be

So many branches of opportunity lost on my tree

I wanted no one to look up to me

Sitting in my burning tree

“Be this, be that, do more, do this” They sounded like a banshee

When was it my turn to be free?

What about my life? What about my dreams?

What about the hope I lost? The things I could never be?

Why was I told I never mattered but others did?

Why were my dreams less important?

I was told by the world I was self-centered, selfish

As if I was the problem

But all I wanted was some peace