Love and other pursuits

Lost dreams and Social work

The days race by, the end is in sight
I sit here studying night after night
Reaching for my goal, for my ultimate achievement
Of dealing with life, loss, pain and other people's bereavement

It is not an easy task, to do what it is that I do
To intervene in society, and have lots of people hate you
But still, it gives me pleasure, to help the ones that I help
Life doesn't get much better, at least that was what I felt

But try as I might, I can't hide from the realisation of truth
I never pursued my real dream, and it's slipping away as I loose
The youth of my former days, I wish I had tried to attain
My real desire to act, to write and to entertain

I know what it is that you're thinking, dreams are a lost cause
Nothing could be further from the truth, when you live to hear the applause
Of those who admire your work, who treasure the light that you shine
Who long to emulate your example, or at least die trying.