Feebleness

I was afraid of my dreams. I ran away from them.

I tripped and fell. I bumped into somebody else’s dreams.

I found myself following that somebody’s dreams.

They took me so far away from my own dreams

that I am now unsure I have ever had them.

I am trapped.

I fulfill dream after dream, getting farther and farther away from happiness.

I am so far gone I am afraid to stop for a breath, too afraid to turn or stomp my feet.

I hold on to one last single hope:

I hope I trip again. I hope I fall over and bump into myself. Into my dreams. 

A personal illusion is better than somebody else’s dreams.

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