Dry Roots

"Dream Big! Dream Big!" run the voices in my head

A demand that's been growing for years on end

Beckoned by family, friends, teachers, and our culture

I must aim high, lest I end up a failure

Yet I am destined for greatness in a time of limits

Is this talk of bountiful success just a bunch of gimmicks?

I'd been promised a life of more than my parents

But the way the wind blows, I'm pushed inanother direction

Instead of setting my feet on the Yello Brick Road

This dream becomes a fantasy, a painted reality that slowly corrodes

Until I am left struggling in an ocean of truth

It weighs me down, this mountain of proof

It threatens every sinle thing I have been taught

Waving a finger in my face, "I Think Not!"

To the idea that I can be anything, no matter how large

For reality acts as city lights, shattering views of the stars

The truth rests that the water is scarce

Even though we all wish for fruit to bear

What had been gauranteed is in short supply

Count your dreams, for your soil will be dry!

It is not what we's  been promised, this reality we face

It instilles in me fear for my future state

For I cannot get by on dreams alone

They won't feed my foliage and help me grow!

"Dream Big! Dream Big!" it echos in my head

As I lay here a seed, under a dirt bed

But how can I break through this mountain of truth

When my ration of water barely reaches my roots?