What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
So change is inevitable then . I sense that my transformation will be complete when i wake up one day and my anger will be gone and replaced with a feeling of quiet surrender . Fate . It makes sense i understand fully but understanding doesn’t make it easier . What now, fate ? What will happen tomorrow and after tomorrow or next year ? What will i do and what will be done to me and what will happen around me . Nothing like a jolt of reality to put everything into perspective . Now .Will i be unhappy in the months to come ? Obviously . Will i become weaker than i am now . Weaker ? Is there anything weaker than this ? Should i wish for the quiet surrender ? Why not . It’s inevitable .Why am i so different ? It’s going to happen to me just like it happened to the dead people walking i see everyday .Dreams hah .They’re just not for us .
One morning you will wake up to that quiet surrender.
One morning you will feel ontop of the world… And someday, that morning will bring you joy that you havent felt in a while.
Now its up to you to pick yourself up from this rubble, or.. be stupid about it and sulk.
Yeah that’s why people with dreams are dreamers, but it’s no fun being a realist/defeatist/conformist. I did notice one thing though, the older you grow the harder it gets to say fuck people and do your own thing, but fuck people.
meh …. keep your reflexes sharp, your eyes wide open and your fists tight ….. then pee on everyone …..
everyone surrenders eventually and you don’t want to be just like everyone else …..