They tell me to dream
But not too big
Because that would be
Impossible
Because that would be
Too much work for my
Frail, innocent age.
I am not that,
Petite and delicate
Like a flimsy, useless flower.
I will not succumb to that level
A level so low
And they tell me
Patience is a virtue,
Dreams will come true.
To that I respond:
Why wait when
Patience is a virtue
I cannot obtain,
And my dreams
Are too far away?
And that is the reason why
I do not,
Cannot
Dream.
