VULNERABLE DREAMS

In my last poem I've mentioned that, ''being vulnerable had never helped me''. The series goes on, the life goes on. Breaking out dreams. BROKEN glasses don't hurt much, dreams do. Life never pushes you forward when you don't do anything, they pull you back when you are about to do anything. Maybe, I am the only one who thinks in that way, maybe I am the only one who goes through this but, there is something in everyone which is being captured and locked by people. Let it out, let it flow. Let your soul fly in the sky, rather than sinking like a fly. Be yourself and go on. Dare anyone stop you, flap your wings on their faces. Hit them hard with your toes. Go take a jaunty ride and prove them wrong.