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?
- Harlem
by Langston Hughes
A Dream Deferred
by Pwnguin
f o r g o t t e n d r e a m
what if Hannah Montana
became a dream deferred?
the spotlights and stars
lost in the back of her mind
the s o n g s, the v o i c e s, the f a m e
lost without a memory left behind
the f r i e n d s, the s u n, the ocean air
the love she'd never find
the people she'd never meet
the places she'd never see
the things she'd never do
the ideas she'd never make true
the songs she'd never write
the arguments she'd never fight
home in Tennessee
is that where she'd a l w a y s be?
stuck in the land of the locked
No, "Hannah Montana r o c k s!"
a blonde wig never to be worn
hearts that would never be torn
the life she'd never live
the trust she'd never give
the drama —
what if Hannah Montana
became a dream deferred?
A/N:
the phrase "dream deferred" popped into my mind.
as for the poem, I have no idea. It's not the best in the world... but I like it. the poem by Langston Hughes kind of answers the overall question.
if you don't chase your dream, it's eventually going to be forgotten.
so what'd you think?
(from now on, I'm putting this note in all my stories:)
please do not just favorite. tell me WHY you liked it. (: You're going to get a PM from me anyway, so why not just tell me now?
