Stand, Seek, Dream

What if reality is a fallacy,

Perpetuated by affliction?

Disillusionment just a deterrent

For positive transition?


When all is lost, picking up

broken pieces cuts our hands,

but the calluses that form

help us truly understand:

That we must band together,




Stolid -

To our dreams;


‘cause a dream deferred induces

a disposition so obscene;

That accomplishment is useless,

and our abilities are bleak,

when with resilience we could

always achieve that which we seek.

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