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.