The Struggles of a young man/woman with dreams.
Just like the Martin Luther King Jr, I also have a dream. I’m sure you do too.
Though Martin Luther’s dream was told, he said it, fought for it and we see his dream come true.
I have a dream it seems I cannot tell. Or maybe no one will listen.
I love my dream, I am passionate about it, and I think it’s great too. But I just can’t tell it still.
My great beautiful ever bright dream, it’s better I don’t tell you; because I think they won’t like you!
I can’t let them spite you. So lay low my Precious Dream.
You even look too great for me and I don’t trust your loyalty.
Aright, fine. Maybe you are right. I am not bold enough.
And not ready to die like the Martin Luther King Jr did. And you know, ‘Joseph’ almost died too.
So my little baby dream, be calm and still, for I cannot tell your story — I cannot come and die!
Oh you dream, must you even be told? Can’t you just stay quiet?
We have been surviving without you and will continue to survive without you.
Yes! I know we will survive, but not without the consequences of an untold dream!
Tell the story of your dream. Passionately and persistently fight for it! Pay the price of the temporary.
Work and see your dream glow and change the world.
Or, let your children bear the dark and brutal consequences of an untold dream.
Featured photo drawn by Macaulay Barnabas