We were all, forced, to abandon a lot of the dreams we once had as children, after all, how many of us, will become presidents of various nations, or the RICHEST person on this planet?
So, the majority of us end up deserting our dreams, because we’d been told, that it was, IMPOSSIBLE, for all these weird, whacked out fantasies that we have as children. Being deserters of dreams, there’s not that dire or great a consequence, we’re only, abandoning a thought that never, got farther than, just a thought anyway……
just like what’s happened to this stuffed animal…NOt my photo…
The deserter of dreams, how can, I bear, to leave all these wonders, the beliefs, that’s, helped me through, my toughest, younger years behind? And, what, is to happen, to ALL the dreams, I’m, forced, to leave behind? Are they all going to, be buried, in that, freshly dug, unmarked grave, in some, undisclosed, location? The deserter of dreams I was, forced, to become. It wasn’t my choice, to desert you, my lovely dreams, it’s just, that sometimes, you just, don’t go, in accordance, to real-life, and, between what’s real, and what’s made up, when I’m forced to choose, I will, surely, go for the reality, because, although, the dreams are wonderful, they’re, just unrealistic at the very end.
And so, yeah, I’d become, another, deserter of dreams, but it was, out of, “necessity”, not want, because, if you can’t, you would, NEVER desert your own dreams, would you???
yup, he’s, a goner all right! Not my silhouette!
Life, the Obstacle Course 