Haunting Dreams

With the hustle and bustle of the everyday life, our pressing goals are at times relegated to the back. Education, Marriage, Work, Kids and the likes are pretty important to us but in the long run, you will ask yourself this question

Where went the dreams

Where went the dreams of glory and fame,

of shining lights and interviews?

Is this the end result of the game?

Where went the visions they saw under the palm trees,

of companies and conglomerates, of airlines and reverence?

Is this the idea that they got,

to serve as gate-men in the village-square,

revered storytellers in the local church?

Where went the missions to liberate their families,

of the shackles of poverty presiding over their lives?

Is this their contribution to sink deeper in the mire?

Where went the goals, the reason they were created,

to affect posterity in a magnified way?

Is it laziness that brought them here?

Where went their purpose -That, I can answer!

It's gone. Gone with the winds of frivolities

like the caterpillar that died yesterday

it would never be a butterfly.

Where goes your dream, Son?

Where went your dreams, Dad?