hard time for dreamers

With little promise or opportunity we carved our dreams from the various values we identified with. Filling our hearts with the educational incentives of transcendency, prosperity, resiliency. We see a passive segregation between dreams and where we really "ought" to be. As if climbing higher past the dull silver linings is greedy. I strike my matches with a hellacious resentment; anger towards narrow definitions, disgust towards the death that plagues my eyes and ears, my friends and past. When did possibilities become so rare? When did hard work get quantified as opposed to inspired? When did being a person get so difficult? Each breath of life ignites a series of options, the answer is in your exhale: let go and carry on. Carry on, carry on, carry on.