Really Short Poems

BLANK SPACE

Now, this took a lot of time. And effort. I read somewhere "If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all." This is what I had been feeling like. But, I wanted to try, however poor the result be. And well it turned out to be really lacking in inspiration.    But no problems, as I will keep on trying.

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I had a dream,
And I had a life.
I used to dream
All my life.
I liked it,
No doubt
But I was made
To curb what I thought.
"Daydreaming",
They said,
Is a bad habit
It leaves you high
It makes you crave
So be a realist.
And stop thinking
About things that
You aren't supposed to
And start thinking
About things
That you have to.
Stop dreaming,
They said
But I kept on going.
How long,
I asked myself
Without ever knowing.

I had a dream
That I had a dream.
It was vague
It was hazy
But there was
A little thing.
I tried to search
But found only chaos
Of the sounds of that dream
Merging with the close.
Of the little bits of the scenes
loitering in the space,
Of the people that were there
but still elsewhere.
Of a person like me
Watching with menace.
In the midst of that dream,
I found a person dreaming
And I thought Hey!
He looks just like me.
But I woke him up
And I woke up
To find another distant memory
Of someone still going on
With his dream.

Why do I not dream,
I asked myself.
Have I been too busy?
Have I been too normal?
But surely that cannot be real!
I have improved
I tell myself.
I have evolved
But why does it feel like
That I have fallen?
But I remember
We fall so that
We can learn to pick ourselves up
Get up, get going,
Because now there is no escape.
And feel the rush
Of the dream coming back
Change what you need to change,
But not what you want to,
Keep pushing your limits
And fight for what is yours.
Fight for your dream,
Or you will lose your place.
Start the dream again,
And fill that Blank Space.