Stop!

You want.
When does want become need?
On the brink of death?
On the edge of hopelessness?
On the threshold of desperation?
On the verge of happiness?
To throw away the heart
To pay the bills,
Or close your eyes
And satisfy your thrills?
The city does not wait;
The rain does not slow.
Kick your dreams
And smear them in the dirt
With the stiletto heels
Bought to match your shirt.
Not allowed to stop and stare.
Push on, prepare for the future.
Get ready,
Save that for another day.
Don’t worry,
Tomorrow won’t just go away.
Until one day when
You stop and turn around,
And realize all
The dreams you never found.