dreams handed to you
by another
as they smile
watching you stumble along
hands full of these dreams
they have given you
they frown when their gifts
get dropped
and broken
in search of new ones
ones we want
they dust them off
and hand them back
saying,
"isnt this the one you want?"
we smile and take it
too tired to argue
and run with the dreams
that aren't ours
leaving true dreams
behind
