What Happens To A Dream Deferred... Ode To Langston Hughes And Maya Angelou

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it evaporate like water spilled in the sun?

Or Does it linger like the scent of a loved one?

Does it a become a fairy tale we exaggerate, as we reminisce and tell a tale of what if?

Does it swirl and fade into the abyss like a smokey mist?

Does it cease to exist till its remnants manifest like some great prehistoric beast?

Or does it remain and infect ones soul and brain like a silent disease attacking unseen till it brings you to your knees...

Does it pass with ease like a warm summers breeze...

Or does it return sudden and unknown like a sneeze...

Will it set you free or continue to squeeze?

Will it remain thru generations like a mighty oak tree

or will it dissipate like a wilted leaf

or better yet the flesh from cadaver leaving behind only teeth...

Does it fuel you like a plant soaking up the suns rays,

or does it eat at you for the remainder of your days, like a guilty secret that you've locked away but still leaves you crazed.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it lay still like a dead and broken bird?

Or does it fly high into the sky like a rocket or fireworks too been seen and heard?

What happens to a dream deferred?

I don’t know it’s hard to say...