Dying Dreams

Once I thought that the world was light and fine
Its lights were dazzling and I could make anything mine
The people were nice and encouraged you to dream
And it made me think that I could beam

Once I thought that I could achieve
That I could believe
And leave everything as my mark
With a very bright spark

But then came the gray cloudy days
Followed by the cold wet rain
And I saw the world as it is
Making the lights within it all fizz

My dreams were soon crushed by the same adults
That told me to reach to new big heights
Only to end up telling me that it was all a joke
And to not imagine but grab for whats in sight

And it made me feel shamed to believe
That I could do anything beyond my reach
And have these adults later teach
That dreams should leave

But then the kids became the adults
And the cycle continued where they tricked the later kids into the cruel joke
That children could beam and dream
And truly believe anything.