We all hold dreams close,

Like treasures in our hearts they repose,

Yearning to become something more,

Or to see our mothers’ pride soar.

Perhaps it’s the quest for good grades,

Or the anticipation of university parades,

Dreams of careers we’ve long admired,

That as children, we proudly sired.

Some dream of healing as a doctor,

Others, of soaring high like a helicopter,

Above the clouds, closer to the divine,

Exploring the world, a journey so fine.

But dreams collide with reality’s wall,

Impossibilities cast a daunting thrall,

Yet still, we keep dreaming on,

In the quiet hours before dawn.

Why do we dream when fate seems unkind,

Is it a trick of the mind,

Or a whisper from within,

Urging us to strive and win?

I too have woven dreams untold,

Now lying on the bed I once behold,

Tears mingle with questions of why,

Where did I falter, where did I defy?

What do I lack, why not born lucky,

Why must the journey be so plucky?

Why does my path seem strewn with thorns,

As I recount my tale, my heart mourns.

Am I worthy of this arduous plight,

Or just a pawn in fate’s endless fight?

Why am I here, in this position I’m in,

Searching for answers amidst the din?

Yet still, I dream,

In the silent night’s gleam,

Hoping for a glimpse of light,

To guide me through the darkest night.