Realistic

Realistic, that's what you tell me

Child! Be realistic you say to me

Pick a realistic job, have a realistic dream

Perhaps I don't want just some realistic job!

 

To ask me to pick a realistic job

Removes my one passion in life

You take the very thing I exist for

The very thing I breathe for

The one thing in my life that I wake up for!

 

To act well my part

Knowing there all the honour lies.

To be on that stage making someone else happy

To make the world laugh and cry.

I die thinking of a world where I can't do that

So the next time you want me to be realistic

Think of what you are stealing from me

Think of what dreams your killing

Think of my life shattering.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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