AN: I had to write these little poems a while ago for a Great Gatsby Project for my AP English class and I found them as I was looking through my computer so I decided to put them on here. Hope you enjoy them.
~ AneRiam
Your Little Dream Box
You dream big dreams, small dreams, and fantastical dreams, ever since you were a child. You dream of dragons, of gold, of fairy tales, and true love and your childish innocence lets you lose yourself within your fantasies for a while. Then you grow up, you learn, and reality grabs those dreams and compares them to real life and then thrusts them back at you, mockingly. Shoving them restlessly in your face because real life is harsh, real life is cold, and fantasies don't exist in this world.
So you grab these dreams and shove them away, stuff them into your little box, your little dream box, and lock them up at the back of your mind. You make new dreams, practical ones, ones you "can achieve"- ones that everyone tells you can be achieved, but what do they know what you can achieve? The only one who knows that is yourself- and you go on through life.
That little box always under the surface of your mind, dreams occasionally stuffed in whenever they became "unachievable." You keep the lid tightly shut and locked up because you don't want to see those dreams, don't want to have them come free, but the box is too small and the dreams are too big and one day it can't take it anymore and it bursts open anyway and the dreams race through your mind and cloud your sight.
They overwhelm you with their intensity and beckon you, call you to them. To fulfill them, immerse yourself within them and forget about everything else in the world. Though maybe you should because some dreams, no matter how big, how unachievable they seem, are the ones that help you succeed. Yet, other dreams will always be just out of your reach and if you lose yourself within them they can ruin you, destroy you.
So you either ignore them or follow them but always, in the back of your mind, they will all call. A mess of whispers that beckon you, taunt you restlessly, over and over again- "come here, come here."