Dreamcatcher blues

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All your life you are made to believe, it's achievable;

are prodded on by one & all

to chase your dreams with verve: and

to write your own fascinating fable.

You begin to think it's true,  

slip slowly into the world of make-believe

but only too soon meet your Waterloo.

For though it seems easy, 

a dream is more like a mirage, 

vanishes the moment you are close enough

 to bask in its  glory. 

Often for your very own dreams 

you are derided & what you 

end up living,  is someone else's story.

Your dreams are not yours to own,

when you share them with folks around, 

your dreams & you are shown the door!

Salvage them when you can, the pot of gold

 at the end of the rainbow awaits with elan. 

Let not others fool you through, 

a dreamcatcher is all it takes to start anew.


#Catchurdreams#believe#

Comments

Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Beautifully expressed. It seems everyone is living someone else's dream. Only a lucky few have the will, determination, perseverance and above all luck to pursue their own dreams. How beautiful the world be if everyone listens to his or her own calling.
11 February 2021 at 20:49
Suverchala said…
True Dr.Prakhar, thank you.
11 February 2021 at 23:26
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