I found a dream!

It’s wrinkled, tossed in the corner, no glitter, glow, or gleam.

It’s from childhood, drawn in bright colors of red and yellow and pink,

A time of great joy and happiness, no thought of swim or sink.

I found a dream today, a spectacular dream of light and hope,

A future awaits, matey, of gold and rainbows and — ”Nope.”

Them, those old people over there, they told me this dream won’t feed,

“How could you be so immature,” they said, “to believe in this creed?

You worked so hard, you’re so smart, it’s a risk far too great,

To think this dream up now, it’s far too late.”

The next day, I found another dream,

This time, somewhere closer to reality, not hanging off the seams.

This one, I heard some others liked,

A little bit bluer, duller, for which I’m not as psyched.

It’s a dream alright, a cool dream of wind and rain,

To dance in the drizzle, and — “this only brings me pain.”

That’s what they said, once their ears caught wind of this,

“The dream’s about as unrealistic as true love’s kiss!

You have so many talents, just be more tough.

So you can make lots of money to buy a cute muff!”

I found ANOTHER dream, it’s the final one, I swear,

This one I scrapped for hate, but survived the wear and tear.

I asked the old people first, if it was okay,

They nodded hesitantly, and asked “please, if I may”.

They were looking it over, at all that crease and edge and line,

And before long, one asked, “Can you make it just like mine?”

One of them started to show me their own dream, 

While I struggled to keep a polite and nice beam.

It was of beautiful spring skies and winter snowfall,

And of a forgotten application wishing for a second call.

Then, I look at the dream in my hands, just a tiny bit confused,

It looked so insignificant now, so useless, better to leave unused.

I turned and folded and twisted the dream a lot more,

Finally, somehow my dream became their dream, with my hands still sore.

I found a dream, oh yes I did, if you wish to care,

I wonder if it’s truly mine or actually theirs.

Whatever, I think, as I march on with the dream in hand,

Wondering where the tears came from, dropping into the sand.

Nothing more to do, but to keep going, yes I must,

Because I found a dream, for me and them and all of us!